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There is a Faith, coming in and out of the Inn.
Every time she comes in, her arms are laden with Things, and they're empty again when she leaves.
She's grinning like a fiend, too.
Feel free to ask her what she's up to.
Every time she comes in, her arms are laden with Things, and they're empty again when she leaves.
She's grinning like a fiend, too.
Feel free to ask her what she's up to.