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#48
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Espy
Wanderer
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Espy stood on the sidelines, watching. Hers were not the best weapons to fight a halberd with, and she didn't fully intend to only using them. She fished out a lump of mithril from inside her satchel and carefully transmuted it to something more useful to her: a lightweight dagger.
Step in front of a runaway train
____Just to feel alive again
â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â• â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â•
Pushing forward through the night_____
Aching chest and blurry sight
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Posted 12-05-2010, 02:38 PM
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