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<h1>Puzzle</h1><br />
<p style="text-align:center;font-size: 20px">“Hall-o, Thyrs.”<br><br />
Research | 1 Word</p><br />
<h1>Clue</h1><br />
<span style="font-size: 20px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br><br />
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">What tale is Thyrs from again?</span></span><br><br />
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 2: <span class="spoiler-text">And a famous hall in this poem is?</span></span><br><br />
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 3: <span class="spoiler-text">More specifically, one that the Grendel itself attacks.</span></span><br><br />
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<h1>Answer and Explanation</h1><br />
<span style="font-size: 20px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Heorot</span></span><br><br />
<span style="font-size: 20px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Heorot is an important mead-hall in the poem Beowulf that Grendel - Thyrs - attacks.</span></span><br />
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<h1>Summary of Receipt</h1><br />
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span><br />
<h1>Transcript</h1><br />
<span>NUMBER: TGGB05<br><br />
PRIORITY: CAFE<br><br />
DATE: 18-8-17<br><br />
CUSTOMER & ORDER: THYRS, COFFEE BLACK<br><br />
SERVER: H.R.<br><br />
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Wow… uhm… that was insane. But! We did it! I think! Sorta, anyway. I mean, we don’t know exactly what Umbra’s done with Grendel’s body… and also, we have no idea what his “coming storm” is… but one problem at a time!<br />
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Peace, love, and Joy!<br />
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<b>S.O.T.</b><br />
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Manager: Right, showtime. Got to stick to the plan, choice?<br />
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Payroll: No pressure or anything.<br />
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H.R.: Are you guys sure? Isn’t this just—<br />
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Manager: Helpin’ Umbra again? Sure. Maybe. Or maybe he was keen on getting this uncontrollable shadow beast out. Doesn’t matter though. This is Cafe business—this is our customer to serve.<br />
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Payroll: Aww—I think you’re finally starting to get it.<br />
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Manager: I know what we are—but I know not what we may be.<br />
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H.R.: Huh. What’s that mean…?<br />
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New Guy: Shakespeare!<br />
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Manager: Is it?<br />
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New Guy: Uh… sort of!<br />
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[The monstrous Thyrs crashed through a nearby fence, its hulking umbral form steaming with pure wrath.]<br />
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Payroll: GAH!<br />
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Manager: RIGHT THEN! NOW!<br />
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[H.R. flipped the switch on a 20k Lux LED light panel, flooding the alleyway with light, causing Thyrs to recoil with a sharp hiss.]<br />
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Payroll: Good, keep the light on him. [Manager], get ready with the spell!<br />
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New Guy: Hwæt! We Gardena in geardagum, þéodcyninga, þrym gefrúnon!<br />
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[Thyrs filched at the sounds of the chant, his inky form flickering in the blinding light.]<br />
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Rico: Oli’ligir! Oli’lig de lumo!<br />
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[A brilliant tether of light shot out of the Manager’s hand and punctured through Thyrs shadowy form. With a tug, the Manager pulled the black goo out Thyrs.]<br />
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Thyrs: RAARRRGHhh—<br />
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H.R.: You got it!<br />
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Umbra: Bravo.<br />
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Payroll: UMBRA!<br />
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Umbra: Hello, [Payroll] and others. Was it truly that easy? Ah—if only I could still conjure such magic. I wonder… what soul will take to the beast next? Something worse than this, I’d imagine.<br />
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Manager: We won’t—<br />
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Umbra: Oh? I didn’t realize you had a method of containing Figmented Demons. That’s rather impressive.<br />
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H.R.: Containing…?<br />
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Umbra: Well, the body can’t stay dormant for long, can it? How about a friendly deal? Grendel was an ill-fitting form for the coming storm. I can see that now. But that Seed in your hand, [Manager], I don’t have many of those left. If you return it to me, I will return the Grendel to its proper resting place.<br />
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Manager: Hell no. How could we ever trust a heap o’ coke such as yourself?<br />
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Umbra: I could just kill you for it.<br />
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Manager: Love to see you try.<br />
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Umbra: Oh, fine.<br />
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[Umbra snapped his fingers, and Thyrs’ body was pulled into the earth by a dozen shadowy tendrils.]<br />
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Umbra: I’ll kill you later, then. And you can stay up at night wondering where I put that beast’s body… wondering when I’ll unleash it again. Won’t that be fun?<br />
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Manager: URIEL MI ALVOKAS VIN—CIEL LUMO FORI—<br />
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[Umbra snapped his fingers again, causing the Seed in the Manager’s hand to turn into a shadowy ferrous spike shooting through his joints, interrupting his concentration and spell. Umbra tipped his hat and left the CaDCom Transcription Range.]<br />
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Manager: AGH! BLOODY HELL—!<br />
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<b>E.O.T.</b></span></div>Ducklord