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Glosur's face seemed to age, his eyes quickly lost their usual joy and happiness, he had been alive for thousands of years, fought in all of the major battles of Middle-earth, and even a few outside in the realm of Minecraftia. His soul and mind weighed on him like a pile of bricks.

"I am old, Eureka, I am not the same dwarf I once was. I don't even know how much longer I will live for, let alone what goes on ouside, but this island is obviously corrupted, It has been like this for a long time, considering the enormity of it, perhaps they are underground somewhere, controlling, maybe even using the ring. I don't know."