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SMALL TAKES FLIGHT!
'Are you the innkeeper?' Princess Hurella asked the woman.
'I am,' she replied harshly, taking in the princess's red cloak, hooded over so that it obscured her face. 'But we don't serve Walking Wolves in here. There's a place on the outskirts of the city that caters specifically to your kind. You might try there.'
Princess Hurella laughed and pulled back her hood. The woman's face paled. 'Your Highness, you must forgive me,' she stammered, curtseying awkwardly. 'I saw the red of your cloak and…well, you know that the Walking Wolves always wear red hoods…'
'It's quite alright, I understand,' the princess said. 'But if a Walking Wolf were to come in here, you needn't be so curt with them. The legend about them devouring old ladies and gentlemen was proven to be co
