Thinlómien peeked in from the door, sniffed and sneezed. "Don't worry, I'm not sick! It's just dusty in here. Or maybe it's me who's dusty, I haven't been here for ages. Excuse me."
Shooting Esty an apologetic glance, she busied herself with washing her hands with the lovely flowery scented soap that had been set up.
"Now, can I help with anything, or is everything done? I suppose we'll wait for a few more visitors to appear before raising a toast?"
She thought she could already hear werewolves howling in the distance. She shuddered, wondering if the hard times would lure them out. Perhaps it would be diverting.
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Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer
Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris
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