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Hail follows the figure, ignoring the fact she's just made herself a bright, glowing target in the middle of the night. When she reaches the window, she looks to see how he or she left, if the window had allready been open or if it was broken before glancing about the room. Nothing to be gained by following...maybe others in the tavern know what's happening. This thought in mind, she heads back and knocks on the first door she comes to.
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Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry. |
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