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(I love this circus!)

Allysa arrived in Falkreath about suppertime. Her  Guild armor was gone, rolled up inside her bedroll. She wore good breeches and a fine overcoat. A circlet of silver and moonstone adorned her brow. A young man who had been gathering up firewood out in front of the Inn looked up in surprise and dropped his burden on the porch. He ran over to take the reins. "Good evening, Milady!  May I help you?" He reached for the reins as she dismounted with a haughty air.