[The selected few will hear a Rhode's laughter echoing down the hall sometime during the day. She sounds delighted in an evil sort of way, a tone that continues when she speaks:]
Tradition gathered from afar,
Tradition changing those that are,
Normal, yes, to stories old.
Bind them long until the story's told.
Rhode laughs again and
those that
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A sigh. The man took his cigarette from his lips, flicking the ashes off at the edge of the lake. Eh, at least the moon was full tonight so he'd have plenty of light to wander around under and time to be left to his thoughts.]
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[Well. He got whatever he asked for. Some poor attempt at trying to win his heart no less. His cigarette case was pulled from his coat before one was offered to the younger at his side.]
Well, why not? You're short and you have red hair too. Might as well.
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I'm not short! I'm six foot.
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