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I wandered through the trees... Scraping the face as I make haste through the snow, slush, snow... To the building. Abaddon looked up. The sign read Wild Rose Inn. He entered. I was surrounded by many faces, and a few weapons (why the fuss?). I tired to begin the speech, they argued, a tour, that was alll... They refused, that was not enough. I searched for it, the walk was short. Another one, it found me, it let me in, the jail. It didn't let me in.

More was to be seen, but not without an officer, the officer came, the door closed too fast. It was weak, it had to wait for "orders", I didn't have time for weakness, but it was weak. The officer came out, I slipped in, it didn't like that, nor did the officer. I was ready to continue the tour. They both didn't like that, I didn't like their weakness. They escorted me out, I made my argument... deaf ears... I walked away, actions noted....

They followed, as sheep do, they caught up with me. The effeminate one barked orders, the other fumbled with shackles, I argued my point.... deaf ears, actions noted.... Under shackles I went to the jail... I got my tour. The effeminate kept talking, and the other quick to add... The justice not known by these. I asked about the law broke. The answer vaguely convenient to them.

Abaddon scribbled on the walls:

*And so they found
on Newcastle sound
a traveler to bound
which the knights found
unreasonably unsound"

He took a deep breath. Ahh, the smell of freedom, sweet. Back to business. He tramped back to the Inn, snow, slush, snow. A woman. I will bend her to my will. They ruin it. They talk too much, quickly. I answer, they don't listen, I repeat myself. They question more, the woman loses interest. They keep talking! I entertain them. They laugh, I sigh.