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It was a dark and stormy night. I was sitting in my
dank tower, polishing my Glock magestaff while polishing
off some rotgutt miruvor.
The name's Saurumon. My employers call me Sauromon the
Wise, my friends call me Sauromon the drunk, and my
loan sharks call me frequently. So there I was, considering
how best to unload this bottle and get myself loaded,
when I get a call from a case. And with this guy, case
is the best word - head case. People call me a Private
eye, but this guy was the ultimate public eye. Anyways,
this Sauron calls me and tells me he needs a ring found.
He'd tried all sorts of things already - going throug
his nazgul flunkies, torture, everything he could think
of to no end. He thinks that its time for something
different. So he calls me. I act it up, tell him how
its gonna cost him. Thing is, I got something he doesn't.
I got a guy on the inside.