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Tyranil continued his flight, he found it calming. He missed his bow... ''Oh, well... ''He kept telling himself. ''You'll find a new one... ''Tyranil had felt that the bow was rare when he held it in his hands. Not many bows are made with such care. Or imbued with his anger. Tyranil began his third clockwise circle around the city, planning on going to check out what had happened before on his fifth.