As the band of motley adventures and misfits continued to mingle amongst themselves, a woman decorated in a long white field jacket and a matching cowled hood, which hid most of her dark complexion and facial features under shadows, began to make her descent down the cobbled steps leading to the entry way of the Deepcroft. The decorative buckler strapped to her left arm caught the diffused sunlight passing through the tree tops, reflecting the glare towards the two strangers locked in embrace. The sound of her chain mail leggings jingled with each step she took. As she passed the group, she glanced over at the commotion, giving them no more thought than any other stranger within this forest would. Approaching a man stationed nearby, she offered a nod to the guard. A soft, yet serious voice left her lips.
"Pray tell, what's the situation here?"
"Pray tell, what's the situation here?"
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Take some bacon and I put it in a pancake.
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