"The name is Cree. Go ahead and talk about battles you've fought. I don't mind listening to stories." Cree looked down at the stew in front of her. Why not. All I've had is a piece of bread but that was so long ago. She picked up the spoon to try some of it. Well atleast its warm.
"I take it you two are from Rohan." She looked at the two men setting across from here. She could feel the stew going to her stomach. She wasn't use to the heat. She picked up her mug of ale and took a sip. She remembered her father telling her about the battle of helms deep.
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....
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