Cole relaxed a bit in the seat. He asked a server for some ale. The drink would be better than the one that he has grown accustomed to drinking.
While waiting he sang a bit of one of his songs, in a small whisper to pass the time. Then he muttered."I wonder why none of these good people do not wish to speak to me, even the server was afraid for some reason."
So he waited.
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My anger is inspiration and pain fury and bane, something nobody can understand about me.
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