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Started by Eclecticon, Oct 01, 2020, 01:38 PM
Quote from: Eclecticon on Oct 12, 2020, 07:03 PMEsgalwen, standing fast by the side of queen Una, finds her hand instinctively on the pommel of her sword, though no foe can be seen. All at once, the sounds of disorder seem to fade into the background and a familiar scent, redolent of comfortable nights by an open fire and the lengthy discourses of Bandobras Bracegirdle on all topics and none at once, fills her nostrils. Turning without fully knowing why, she sees the figure of an old man half-concealed against the Town Hall's front door, as if one of the carven decorations had chosen this moment to spring to life. "A word, if you would, Lady of Ithilien."
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