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"Ale it is then..."Keeping a hand close to her sword, she walks to the bar, the barkeep backing against the counter at the sight of her eyes......"I need two ales, now"
~she returns to the table, slightly amused at the barkeep, and sets down a small keg of ale, and two mugs~
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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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