Placeholder: [photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir. [photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.

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[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.

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[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.
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[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.
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[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.
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Young Jeff Goldblum with no glasses as a golden skin color fantasy elf with black hair wearing a red tunic and holding a black dagger in left hand
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] Conan was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir.
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Young Jeff Goldblum with no glasses as a golden skin color fantasy elf with black hair wearing a red tunic and holding a black dagger in left hand
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