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As a howl of wind raced down the frozen streets of Leringard, a dark figure adorned in blackened armor studded with bloodied spikes and a deep cowl hiding its features stalked towards where the Arms should yet stand. Though small in stature it managed an aura of menace without so much as drawing the twin longswords.
Before it had completely made the journey came the furious bellow, a perhaps once-feminine voice made low and harsh with mimicry (and maybe, bardic ability), that echoed with the clashing storm of boots hitting the cobble,
"WHO BURNED DOWN ME BLOODY INN?"
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