So the unit have set up temporary camp outside some hick town called the Shire. All rolling hills and midgets. Apparently there's insurgents we need to weasel out of there. Some toff-nosed wraith is in charge. If he's not hissing about losing some jewellery, he's giving it all 'Ooh I've got a pet Nazgul.'... Keeps asking for help with his gay little Macbook. N00b.
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