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Cywyllog hesitates briefly at the door tonight as she enters the bar. She takes a quick look behind her and then steps inside, closing the door softly.
She stops at the bar and pauses, as if trying to decide what to ask for and then asks for nothing, choosing to take a seat in a chair by the observation window instead.
She stops at the bar and pauses, as if trying to decide what to ask for and then asks for nothing, choosing to take a seat in a chair by the observation window instead.