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Sitting on her haunches on the banks of the lazy river, the lone she-wolf stared at the shiny metal tower. She did this often; it was the only thing she did on her own away from the pack. She couldn't quite figure out why she was always drawn to the tower, but she didn't think about that often. She just was.
Finally, as the sun begins to fall towards the horizon behind her, she stands and trots to the west, through the thick brush. Winding through trees and overgrowth, she comes upon a sudden opening in the forest, a sort of stone garden. Filled with odd stone-shapes, this place had also always lured her. Slowly walking among the stones, she stops at each one to stare into its eyes - all of the animals of the forest were here, frozen in time and carved from stone. The lifeless eyes did not move, but at times she felt as if she were being watched.
In a dimly-lit, underground chamber, a slim dagger of bronze flips idly in the air before landing in the palm of the hand that tossed it. The bandit lounges lazily as he stares at the painting of a slender, metallic tower and mindlessly tosses the dagger in the air where it rotates exactly three times before returning to his palm. The only sounds in the room are the faint *whoosh* of the dagger as it parts the air, followed by the soft *flap* as it slaps back into his palm.
A young, gruff man quietly enters the room and pours a glass of dark liquid for the bandit, setting it on a table beside him before exiting. As he closes the door behind him, he hears his boss quietly mutter one sentence, "Courage to strengthen, fire to blind, music to dazzle, iron to bind."
This will be live all day today.