by Whitie » Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:21 am
Wolfgang eavesdropped on most of the conversations that were going on between the new comers within the shelter. He looked rather confused since most of these exchange of words were all rather odd. France? Did someone say France? He knew what that was. He perked up and intrigued eyebrow as he glanced around the room slowly, scanning over all the people, until his eyes settled upon the warden. He eyed him warily, noticing his slight change in expression.
"Something wrong, sir?" Wolfgang piped up, tilting his head to the side as he kept his eyes upon the warden.
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Will you drink to the fullness which was, and to the friends who have passed on?
Will these things set us on, Old Mother? »