Placeholder: [art by Terry Pratchett] [a noble elf woman in the tavern] Lyanna's breath quickens, her face flushing with emotion as you recite the tender love song. The connection between you is palpable, the centuries of difference fading away in the heat of this moment. Just as your lips are about to meet, a throat clears loudly from the doorway. Thalion, her companion, stands there with a thunderous expression.a [art by Terry Pratchett] [a noble elf woman in the tavern] Lyanna's breath quickens, her face flushing with emotion as you recite the tender love song. The connection between you is palpable, the centuries of difference fading away in the heat of this moment. Just as your lips are about to meet, a throat clears loudly from the doorway. Thalion, her companion, stands there with a thunderous expression.a

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[art by Terry Pratchett] [a noble elf woman in the tavern] Lyanna's breath quickens, her face flushing with emotion as you recite the tender love song. The connection between you is palpable, the centuries of difference fading away in the heat of this moment. Just as your lips are about to meet, a throat clears loudly from the doorway. Thalion, her companion, stands there with a thunderous expression.a

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