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Another battle....more blood dripping. Griffin stumbled into the Great Hall: her hair a mess, her shirt untucked and her tie clearly undone. She slowly seated herself at her table smiling at people that looked at her before realizing she had twigs in her hair. She smiled awkwardly, pulling them out before scanning the table for pancakes. Her eyes diverted from her search when someone came to sit by her.

(That would be you my good sir/lady)

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