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Chapter Twenty Six

Mrs. Spikes, as we ended up knowing, was a contrasting figure compared to her green eyed husband. She was tall - roughly over six feet, I guess. Quite fat, had deep brown eyes that sunk in and a few strands of black hair that poked out of her jaw which was just one of her many queer features.

She was in a stained and extremely long black skirt that started from her waist, went way down her long legs and reached down to her dirt smudged sandals and I got that funny feeling that it had once been a drapery.

She had a cold smile that caused her lips to twist in a weird form like a squeezed rubber but other than that, she looked like someone that was born to live in Javaughn's Hearth.

Just about a minute after she met us, Mr. Spikes, the green eyed dwarf, gave her a quick scowl which I managed to catch and she strutted away. "I'll be attending to the goat", she said as she took her leave.

Javaughn's Hearth was

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