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Far beneath the land of Saltheim, deep within the dark dusty mountains it sleeps. Far below in places that even ancient evils dare not tread. The old man of the mountain snores, his once bright red scales old and tarnished, his eyes a milky white. Atop his kingdom of gold he waits for those that can bring his youth back.
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