*begins walking away, and then swipes your lyrium stash and runs away with it*
*Beren runs after Poodle*

oh, be nice now. I'm too sweet to be witchy! *big happy smile* Yay!
I am wondering if maybe you missed a reference.
*Beren strums his lyre and sings...*
Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
She's a restless spirit on an endless flight
Wooo hooo witchy woman see how
High she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got
The moon in her eye
THE BRITISH HAVE FUNNY NAMES FOR ALL THEIR FIREARMS.
HEEEEEELP!
I need to get drunk. Where's the ale!
Her Royness has the elfroot distribution network south of the Waking Sea. Nobody else dare deal in her territory.





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