He heard something outside the great church doors and decided to look. There was a small baby, not even a year old a note in it's hands. 'take care of my little baby' and it's birthday. Poor thing. I'll take care of you, I promise. He smiled down at it and picked it up. his heart aching for it... Getting seperated from it's mother just like he got years ago. The only thing he hoped was that it wouldn't cause problems in the agreement with you.
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