From the Vale I hear the anguished cries
of a dozen drunken hobos
This pleases my War-God, and as his emissary
It is my duty to confer upon these noble combatants
Glory in the form of riches and weapons.
To the winner I bestow the bounty of five hundred platinum pieces
and my Silken Whip of Ensnaring, with which I flayed one thousand kobolds
And to the second place fighter
NOTHING
for there is no second place
in the ancient rite of MORTAL COMBAT
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