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Gwaeddon slowly ambles along a familiar forest trail that loops lazily around the city of Hartland, pausing occasionally to sniff a newly-sprouted bud. The city had become much too irritating as of late, and the trail was her only r etreat.
Suspicions were indeed riding high. Of what, she new exactly but preferred to fe ign ignorance. The Clans of the Realm were especially high strung.
Of course she understood this, but she would have been quite content to have tur ned that Infernal militant into a lily (if she thought he deserved such good tre atment).
Letting these worries to rest, she continues her stroll and jumps slightly at a movement in the brush only to see what looks like a pair of Vampire eyes ("Ridic ulous" she thinks)
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Note Number:	172	Author:	Gwaeddon
Date:	Sun Dec 15, 2002; 08:16:18	To:	All
Subject:	Gwaeddon The Druid
Gwaeddon slowly ambles along a familiar forest trail that loops lazily around the city of Hartland, pausing occasionally to sniff a newly-sprouted bud. The city had become much too irritating as of late, and the trail was her only r etreat. Suspicions were indeed riding high. Of what, she new exactly but preferred to fe ign ignorance. The Clans of the Realm were especially high strung. Of course she understood this, but she would have been quite content to have tur ned that Infernal militant into a lily (if she thought he deserved such good tre atment). Letting these worries to rest, she continues her stroll and jumps slightly at a movement in the brush only to see what looks like a pair of Vampire eyes ("Ridic ulous" she thinks) .................................