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High upon the peaked roofs of the building in one of the four cupolas sat Honeythorn, contemplating the dying sun and enjoying the blanket of night that crept over the land. *flicker* a movement below caught her attention and she climbed out to the rooftop to peer over the worked stones...there - movement in the darkness, out of the shadows of trees they came in their hundreds. Trolls. She slipped back over the edge and ran to her resting place to retrieve the shoulder cannon and her sword belt..
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