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Rules for Fantastic Mediæval Adventure

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Introduction

In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit. Not a wet dirty hole filled with the ends of worms, nor a dry sandy hole with nothing to sit upon nor to eat.
This was a Hobbit hole, and that means comfort.