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OOC: Not much to be said here, aside from maybe that being like Ray and deciding to spontaneously sleep with someone while intoxicated often leads to mornings spent regretting life choices! Comments and critique welcome.

OOC: Something a little shorter, the faltering at the end is kinda noticeable. Oh well. Comments and criticisms always welcome.

OOC: Comments and criticisms be welcome here.

“Look papa! The Combe Watch! They’re doin’ training exercises!” A young girl squealed, pointing towards a throng of assembled watchers stood outside the training hall, stretching with their spears, “D’you reckon I could be one of them when I’m older?”

The door opens and a man in expensive clothing comes in, he has blue yes and black hair, yet some white is starting to show near his temples, he wears a plumed hat that he takes off the moment he steps into the inn and walks to the counter and orders a pint of beer.

Anriett is scanning the man enters the inn. She would wait if Liz greats him and says his name. Pulls back her hood when she hears the familiar name, turns her gaze towards the man and smiles at him, says in a kind tone.

She was his summer, but he longed to see her go,

He said he'd never leave her but he longed to watch her go. 

A/N: And thus comes to end a five-parter story that I enjoyed writing immensely. Thank you to everyone who gave some time of their day to read this and I hope it was as enjoyable to read as it was for me to write and plan in my head. If there's any feedback you'd like to leave feel free to PM over the mail system. The next story is either something concerning my Elf or takes place a decade back into Alex's past.

A/N: Feedback is always welcome. :) Hope you enjoy reading!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

A/N: Feedback welcome, thanks for reading and enjoy!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Alex could feel eyes on his back.