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Anna tore off a piece of meat from the now roasted pheasant she and the Ranger she traveled with had caught earlier with a old book open in her lap she had brought along. One of the numerous tomes her family posessed about Angmar and it's various cults that were known outside of the innermost circles of those wicked folk.