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*wakes, stretches, upsetting his cat, who jumps to the floor with a perturbed meow* Eh? Oh, sorry, friend. *rubs his eyes* Ah, yes. We need to get you some real food today, do we not? *is distracted by sounds of many running feet and panicked conversations coming from the hall* Oh no. Please don't let it be another dragon. *reaches down to scritch Squeakamir's chin as he listens*
"...terrorizing the city....a grey horse--no, from Rohan, of course...and then Frankoreth was so scared he tipped over his kielbasa cart....could swear the horse was laughing...."
o.O
*dashes out of the library, past the courtyard, down the steps, heading for the gate and the city streets.
"...terrorizing the city....a grey horse--no, from Rohan, of course...and then Frankoreth was so scared he tipped over his kielbasa cart....could swear the horse was laughing...."
o.O
*dashes out of the library, past the courtyard, down the steps, heading for the gate and the city streets.