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A figure cloaked in shadows slinked silently into the inn and settled down in a quiet booth in the back. It was remarkable, because even as the innkeeper stared at him the shadows seemed to move around him cloaking his face and form. When the bearded dwarven lass came over to take his order the figure simply ordered a cup of hot water, and he tossed the server a shiny gold piece. The dwarven lass brough the mug, but it sat on the table undisturbed as the figure sat there, presumably deep in thought.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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