The old pub in the town of Oakleyeast was a fairly 人気 spot, and so hosted a whole hoard of varying characters- ranging from the young, strapping farmers of the fields nearby, to the old vicars from Oakleyeast St. Patrick’s Church. The middle-aged landowner was used to the differences in characters and had become accustomed to odd patrons, but not a lot could have compared with the customers that appeared in the doorway on the night after Daeht and Eyran knocked the old cottage down on Barrier’s Way.
Silent as snow- and just as cold-looking, Daeht and Eyran stepped through the doorway...
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