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			 Vera can accompany Darnand to Cyrodiil. They can have some friendly chit-chat time. Thatbis, if Grits accepts it. 
			
			
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And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed.  I long for scenes where man hath never trod  A place where woman never smiled or wept  There to abide with my Creator, God,  And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,  Untroubling and untroubled where I lie  The grass below—above the vaulted sky.” 
					
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