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His tattered cape, fluttering in the wind behind him, was nothing more than a blanket with a hole near the top.
In fact, if you had seen him, you would have agreed that his finest attraction was the bright-cheeked, golden-haired woman at his side.
Her beauty was unparalleled and made more lovely by the contrast between herself and her companion's apparel.
They travelled slowly, keeping up a leisurely conversation that couldn't be heard at this distance.
Presently, the man produced a lute from somewhere in his wrappings, and began to pluck to a lively tune.
It was so beautiful; there was a deep sadness to the tune, and it brought tears to anyone within hearing distances eyes.
I jumped at the sound of a horse attatched to a cart rattling by, and used the noise to make a get-away.
Presently, after I had steadied myself sufficiantly, I decided that a nicely brewed cup of hazel tea would do me good.
Then he reached his gloved hands towards his nose and promptly removed his thick, glossy moustache.
Fury mixed with gall filled the inside of my being: how dare the insolent wretch enter my abode!
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It was a cold, ever-darkening evening, and the moon rose everhigher.