Moonlit Requiem at Dead-Town Gates
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Left Hand
You feel that, pretty boy? Nothing breathing but the wind.
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Then we’ll breathe for them.
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They were waiting.
Left Hand
Whole town’s on the menu. Hope you’re hungry.
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I don’t eat carrion.
Left Hand
Allow me the leftovers.
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Leave none to wander.
Left Hand
Tastes like regret and cheap wine.
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Then the vintner waits in the castle. A Noble, no doubt.
Left Hand
Last customer of the night—hope he tips better than these townsfolk.
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He’ll pay in the only coin he owns.