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He had taken her from her people. He didn't feel particularly bad about that. They had stuck him as the worst kind of small minded mortals.
Still, he respected the fact that it had been a complete change in her life. Her people had been damaged. They had turned on Fingal and they had turned on her.
"Faunrock isn't a big town," Fingal explained as the walked down a worn dirt road through a loose wood.
"But it's near a portal stone and has a bridge. Musicians tend to come from Elbion and play at the Three Wheatsheaves."
Fingal enjoyed the arts. He still had a promise to his patron to collect pieces of art from the mortal world before they were lost.
As they crested the hill and emerged from the woods he tilted his head to one side. It was quite a canine gesture.
No smoke rose from the houses they could see in the town.
Still, he respected the fact that it had been a complete change in her life. Her people had been damaged. They had turned on Fingal and they had turned on her.
"Faunrock isn't a big town," Fingal explained as the walked down a worn dirt road through a loose wood.
"But it's near a portal stone and has a bridge. Musicians tend to come from Elbion and play at the Three Wheatsheaves."
Fingal enjoyed the arts. He still had a promise to his patron to collect pieces of art from the mortal world before they were lost.
As they crested the hill and emerged from the woods he tilted his head to one side. It was quite a canine gesture.
No smoke rose from the houses they could see in the town.
