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Selhma chirped. She did that a lot, really. She skipped merrily, if lop-sidedly, down the path into Thelsamar, singing an old folk tune that her mother had taught her - ignoring the slight Looks she was getting from the guards. She liked adventuring. It was fun. She got to hit things, and help people, and make them smile, and see the pretty angel - which she liked - on a regular basis. She didn't mind being hit, because it didn't hurt very much anyway, and if it happened too often she'd only have to see the angel again - and then she could go back, get up, and try again until she succeeded.

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rdfs:comment	Selhma chirped. She did that a lot, really. She skipped merrily, if lop-sidedly, down the path into Thelsamar, singing an old folk tune that her mother had taught her - ignoring the slight Looks she was getting from the guards. She liked adventuring. It was fun. She got to hit things, and help people, and make them smile, and see the pretty angel - which she liked - on a regular basis. She didn't mind being hit, because it didn't hurt very much anyway, and if it happened too often she'd only have to see the angel again - and then she could go back, get up, and try again until she succeeded.
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abstract	Selhma chirped. She did that a lot, really. She skipped merrily, if lop-sidedly, down the path into Thelsamar, singing an old folk tune that her mother had taught her - ignoring the slight Looks she was getting from the guards. She liked adventuring. It was fun. She got to hit things, and help people, and make them smile, and see the pretty angel - which she liked - on a regular basis. She didn't mind being hit, because it didn't hurt very much anyway, and if it happened too often she'd only have to see the angel again - and then she could go back, get up, and try again until she succeeded. Her mother had spoken about the angel once or twice. She had said that the angel healed you, but one day it wouldn't heal you and you'd go and be with the Light instead. Selhma didn't think this sounded too bad. She smiled cheerily at the inkeeper. "Hello there! My name's Selhma, what's yours?" "Uhm... miss... are you, uh... okay?" "Yep! Why?" "You're, um. Bleeding all over the floor." Selhma looked down. "Oh, so I am! Heehee, you know, I didn't even notice. Your shirt is pretty, where did you get it?" "Um... miss... I really think you ought to put a bandage on your leg... and, er, maybe lie down..." "It'll be fin--" As Selhma began to say this, her leg shook dangerously underneath her weight, threatening to give way. The large rend through her shin wasn't proving healthy for it. "Uhm, yes, maybe I should..."

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