*comes charging in...grabs ML...drags him to the center of the room by the hair...ties him to a stake...
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begins building a mud/stone/stick/general Earth detritus pile under his feet...slowly rising him up until he is high above the rest of us...grabs a crude drum and begins pounding out tribal rhythms...stops...runs to the base of the Captive Worship Mound...falls to my knees...bowing and scraping...muttering in tongues...gets up and runs off*
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