I SHOOT THE LIGHTS OUT | TAVEOVER MEETING

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THE MOON'S WATCHING OVER— Eliora flinched when she heard an unfamiliar voice beside her and turned her head to look towards the stranger. At his question, she only shook her head. "I'm afraid I won't be much help. I only just found out that Freddie, the nice man I met in the church, is our King. I asked him who the King was less than a week ago and he didn't even tell me. Besides, there are better people suited for batter than librarians, I suppose," she answered, though there was much hesitation in her tone. She felt some sort of obligation to do something. A duty of care. Freddie had saved her, in his own way. It was only fair that she helped him in return. But this was so much. Still, she couldn't do nothing. "Maybe," she spoke again, her eyes drifting to Abella. "But not like that. There's too many of them and none of us have abilities as they do. Even with us all, it'd never be enough in a direct fight," she concluded. She spoke in hushed tones and she didn't look particularly happy about the idea of trying to lead anyone in any sort of rebellion. She'd never been the sort to pick up a sword and shout about what she wanted. Her husband had been the soldier. She stayed home and made sure everything was well here and made sure her abilities stayed in check. "Even if we are, this isn't the time or place to discuss it. I'm not quite willing to risk my life over discussions of a maybe." —YOU AND YOUR DREAMS

"SPEECH"

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