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Little Birds

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Three little birds. How charming.

My golden-haired Gyth, a little Linnet, a Nightingale. A sweet voice, sweet temper and as temptingly innocent as daisy.

Wulfie?

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Kicking m' heels in Bree. Gyth's Burnt Man ain't finished yet. Feh. He gives me one o' His looks and affore I realise it I'm saying yes, I'll be back tomorrow. So here's me, sitting with a flat pint o' ale with no coin fer much fun, while he sits warm an' well fed in the Word-horde.

Sunset in 'Ust Gurruth'

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Well ain't this lovely. First that trip westwards lookin' for Thurbrand, fallin' in the lake and endin' up stayin' in a camp full o' Breelendings and a bossy holbytla 'cause Albert wouldn't let me travel while I still had a cold... and now this. I was just gettin' used to that nasty inn - beer was piss, but at least the beds in the cellar were outta the wind - and now we go traipsin' EAST! And I'm stuck sleepin' in some soggy ol' bunkbeds with a bunch of raggedy strangers...
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