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~sees the bar wench heading their direction, and stops her with one glance, sending her scurring the opposite direction~
~she keeps an eye on the figures coming thru the door, and makes a very precise mental note of where they are sitting, and with whom~
whispers, " My Lord, what would you like to drink, and i will bring it to you"
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May the moon always shine upon your face, and your imagination soar to the heavens.... Chan ann leis a’chiad bhuille thuiteas a’chraobh.
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