Kitanna sat in the corner of Boromir's cafe gently stroking her favorite cat, a pleasant red tabby. She listened to the conversations going around about Wilwa's unfortunate death.
"I think we are being too calm about all this." She finally said. "Wilwa never did any one in this village any harm and there's no telling who those foul wolves will take next." She returned her attention to her cat.
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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