Frendei Start

Frendei was chilled to the bone. The Halfling stood in the pouring rain, trying hard to etch the details of the stone mansion in his mind. At his feet, rivulets of water wore hard at the muddy road. The job had to be done tonight, regardless of the weather. Pulling his boots from the sucking mud, Frendei slipped around the main gate to the shadows along the side of the house.

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