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"That's just right!"

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Cinnín Óir ("Goldilocks") samples the bowls of porridge until she finds one that's neither too hot nor too cold.

a younger Faye

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Roselyn, once called Faye, on the deck of her father's ship.

Kaerun and Aivilin Talk Amongst The Ruins

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Kaerun and Aivilin share a deep conversation as they overlook Bree, reflecting on recent events, feelings and moments from the past. 

The Gutter Guardian

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An apt nickname given to him by none other than the Bree-town Watch. Initially used to mock him, ‘The Gutter Guardian’ was bestowed upon Sharpe on the account of his need to protect the people of Beggar’s Alley. No matter their crimes, history or age. If you’re a resident of the Alley, Sharpe will have your back.

Jesper

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What Lies Beyond The Gates?

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recollections: Minas Tirith

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Roselyn attracts a small crowd while playing.

a concert for no one

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Yo ho, all hands, hoist the colors high

Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die

She thinks I am a Cur

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“Then forget her, she is not worth the concern.” Why did he still want a woman so contrary, Tazakr thought?

Arrival at Towerglan

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Enough is enough! For too long has Lovejoy been living in a confined, stuffy room above the workshop in Bree. It’s high time he found himself a suitable place to settle, but that won’t be easy. On his travels, he chanced upon what was once, no doubt, a remarkable home. The location was perfect, within spitting distance of the road to Bree. This was it, this was the place!

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