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"I've been the White Rover nigh on twenty year,
So come sweet lassie and give me a beer!"
That wasn't quite right, but Angry would work on it later. He was nearing the inn now and didn't want anyone to hear him singing. There had been enough talk of him being unhinged as it was. He was in high spirits, however, and he wouldn't let anyone bring him down as he guided Old McFurly's horse and trap down the road toward the inn, that when he left had been a smoking wreck.
Now, however, it was anything but! The work these people had done in such a short time was incredible. He just wished that he had not had to travel to see his parents, but all was well, it had given him a good opportunity.
He pulled up outside the inn and got down. He was just struggling to remove one of the huge barrels of Brand Oak Bitter from the back of the trap when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Hello stranger" said Crystal
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The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
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