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Well, here's a very handsome fellow strolling through the front door, whistling light-heartedly as he goes. He has had a very good day, watching the Sherrif comb the forest futilely while he relaxed in an old oak tree.
Of course, it seems his day is suddenly not going very well at all when the empty church he thought he was walking into has turned into a very noisy, very packed, very exposed tavern of sorts, with all kinds of strange people.
"Good heavens..." he mutters to himself, a tad bit in shock.
Of course, it seems his day is suddenly not going very well at all when the empty church he thought he was walking into has turned into a very noisy, very packed, very exposed tavern of sorts, with all kinds of strange people.
"Good heavens..." he mutters to himself, a tad bit in shock.