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Izzy gazed around at the sleeping group of outlaws and noticed that Gil had returned, and that Brinniel was awake. She counted the numbers, and thanked good fortune that once again everyone had escaped the night unscathed.
'I as well find it a bit odd, yet fortunate that the wolves have failed to kill one of our numbers for the fourth night in a row. I wonder what could be behind this. I will sit here and marinate upon my thoughts for the moment.'
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But I was clinging to her like a homicidal monkey.
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