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Symestreem was envious of her new friends for being able to sing. She didn't miss speaking, but sometimes she wanted to sing.
The three of us should do a trio sometime, she wrote. If we have time before the party ends.
There was a loud noise from the other end of the fields. She turned to see what it was and gasped, one of the few sounds she could make. At least twenty orcs had entered the party! She pointed.
I sure hope they're friendly. I'm a musician, not a warrior. Although we have plenty of the latter here should the need arise... She hoped it wouldn't, the party was going so well.
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