09-09-2018, 11:56 PM
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“Greetings Pierce,” soft words escaped her as the serval entered the cafe, one of the few buildings she had yet to explore. Much of her previous days had been spent doing such, making notes of each and their purpose, excluding homes of course for she had no wish to intrude. This would be the first meeting she had attended for the Art Guild, though she was yet to be counted amongst their numbers, this was more a trial to see if she fit more than anything. "Ilijas, and I am sorry but I do not believe I have met you."
“Greetings Pierce,” soft words escaped her as the serval entered the cafe, one of the few buildings she had yet to explore. Much of her previous days had been spent doing such, making notes of each and their purpose, excluding homes of course for she had no wish to intrude. This would be the first meeting she had attended for the Art Guild, though she was yet to be counted amongst their numbers, this was more a trial to see if she fit more than anything. "Ilijas, and I am sorry but I do not believe I have met you."
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike