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Oh, them.

The faerie Wythllew perked up her ears, which took her a while. "For-tell!"

"She has a new-born baby to look after- "
"A quart-elf! More mongrels defiling the earth! "
"--and she has to do without the protection of her gang's ringleaders."
"Who be they?"
"You know.... the fat old guy and his overgrown lady-friend. They had some sort of a spat and have separated. Neither of them is with the gang."
"Oh. Them. Commoners. Why is that of import?"


Crossed-out commoners The URL of this comic is http://www.rocr.net/?p=20020114



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