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About Odense

Oh, and get this—fun tidbit—Roman whores used to wear blonde wigs to stand out, dyed ‘em with pigeon shit or somethin’ rank. Blew my mind when I read that, fuckin’ wild! Imagine the smell, tho—ugh, makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Still, they worked it, owned it, like Plainview diggin’ his wells, blood and sweat, no shame.

Dragon, Chromatic

When a white dragon does speak, it spews threats, inane jokes, and incoherent babbling as a prelude to attacking—and when the attack comes, it’s bloody and relentless. Thankfully, white .

Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

Flooding in Denmark becoming the norm