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Rúmil fluttered over to the bard, and handed over a note he had been carrying for 10 crowns. It was all he could carry, being nine inches tall.
"Please do tell, I am quite intrigued about this place. I have a few dreams I would like to have come real..."
Thinking about a certain faerie lady, he began to dance in the air. twirling about, he twisted and turned, and even dipped his invisible partner, fully lost in his little daydream.
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"What a pretty, glowing dagger I found...what? Yours? Of course I know that, I was just looking....huh? No I didn't steal it, I was polishing it, not hiding it in my cloak. No, put that sword down, let's talk about this....HELP! Guards! This Big Man is stealing his dagger from me! HELP!!!"
Rúmil's CiR
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