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Walking into the room the elf pauses for a moment and starts to explore a litte. Feeling the ancient fabric crumble under her hands as she strokes the chair as she wanders by, she continues onward through the room to look out the leaded window at the storm brewing outside.
A shiver runs up her spine and she glances back over her shoulder to see if anyone has discovered anything of importance.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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