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About Dylan Connell

  • Birthday 08/24/1979

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  • Playerx Kaitore
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  • Char DOB Man 39
  • Char PB Michael Fassbender
  • Char RAC Human
  • Char-Job Wandmaker
  • Birthdate Day 24
  • Birthdate Month 8
  • Birthdate Year 1979
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  1. Deep Past

    Dylan Connell
    Who says criminal element friendships aren't lasting and true?
  2. Maybe. . . Girlfriend. . .?

    Dylan Connell
    When you have the hots for someone, but you didn't stop their family from dying. T.T
  3. Invite A Gift Not to be Wasted. . .

    "Now is slightly different though hardly. In this case her life is threatened by those whom she'd associate with." That was the case at times and he wouldn't reprimand her for something as such. No, the young woman deserved to connect and make a life with people and if she stood by them even in these kind of trials? All the better for coming out with scars and wounds but surviving would help them all grow. "No, it isn't fair. Very few things in the world could ever be marketed as such. Sometimes our actions or the actions of others end up causing the larger threat than we could imagine. It means it will escalate gradually, action will need to be taken one way or another. But the question would lean more towards whether or not you'd reveal your hand now or later." Eventually, he suspected Caitlin would need to respond in a way only she knew how in defense of her Niece and those that she considered apart of her life. "Remorse, yes. To some extent. I had sworn to not harm innocent people but that. . . Didn't mean those who were less than that descriptor were safe. Bloodying once hand is a hard thing to wash off at any rate." A snort exhausted from him as a small grin formed on his face. "There maybe others. Of those that I may know? I couldn't tell. I spend my life avoiding the law, remember? I am still not in good standing with them either." He hummed in curiosity of the accusation and nodded without any hesitated movements. "Of course, very selfish. I am not a good person in many ways, Caitlin. Even though I am not sure. . . What we are. I also do not deign to lose you from a madman. What form of dark guardian would I be if I allowed that?" His head then shook lightly afterwards. "But, as I said, if I cannot convince you. If you still feel surged to do so? Then I will follow as I have done no matter what or whom may notice me."
  4. Invite A Gift Not to be Wasted. . .

    "Hrm. . ." Dylan's gaze turned towards the unlit fireplace as he stood up and started to prepare wood to be placed neatly inside of it. Not for the heat as only a few logs were situated but rather for the comfort of a flame in general. One could stare into the warmth and often find a measure of 'revelation' to the way it burned. He proceeded to light up the dried wood with his wand and stood up slowly staring into the growing flare. "It may suffice to say that they're all targets then. If it's history that is a potential driven force then they may stand in the way." He knew it didn't need to be stated that would most likely count her Niece and her Husband. The glass of bourbon had been picked up again and balanced within his grip. A different form of threat that he didn't consider would ever become a legitimate problem. Not beyond what they had already been set against. But things like these are not so easily predicted and even less so when the opponent was someone unknowable in many aspects and ways. He found himself at an impasse on what the next course of action should be. "Sometimes it's a necessary action to do so. On the other side of things it would speed up an engagement that would be bound to happen regardless." It was less fear of his safety and more the necessary time to prepare and plot for contingencies that had him hesitate being seen. Among the newer fact that he'd been more engrained in Caitlin's life than initial encounters - his safety wasn't his own if they caught him at the right moment. "Extend not beyond what you're willing to risk." The crackle of the flame filled the soft silence left behind by the music changing tracks. "If I recall, you nearly escaped with your own life from your last job. The thing that prompted you to consider other avenues. One could say this next one could be much more fierce, worse, concise and calculating. To catch someone like that off guard would mean you either had a damn good plan or they wanted you to catch them. The latter meaning you most likely won't escape from death's jaws this time." As much as he detested on prodding at what a person feels their calling is he also could tell her usually steely nerves were anything but. He placed the glass on the shelf just above the fireplace and sat next to Caitlin, a hand reached out to grasp hers in a tight comfort. "One of your admirable traits has always been your desire for justice to see those kinds of people punished. People like me." Dylan was never one to run away from his past, the things that he'd done. Often redemption seemed impossible and he found he did things only to sew a bit more 'good' in the world. Perhaps this was one of those moments with equal parts selfish. "But do keep in mind, your life is not your own. Not truly. Those whom you've let in rise and fall with you. Sometimes? It is fine to let another take up the cross of searching. To come out alive in something like this a certain amount of arrogance is necessary. Stubbornness that is help, something that won't risk you being taken from those that care about you."
  5. Invite A Gift Not to be Wasted. . .

    "Not only I would have vanished." The person who discovered him would have to 'up and go' with him as well. He'd have to find a way to dispose of their body and leads one after the other, covering up the tracks so that others found it much more difficult to repeat them. But that had been the risk of living a life that he had earlier in existence. One couldn't fully escape the grasp of their past when it still haunted in every shadow, every step. "Though it is a lot of work to clean up and make everything look as if 'no one had been here for a while.' That and I rather like this home. Perhaps my nicest yet." Not a hard claim when one dealt with horrible motels and fifth-rate hotels that would make the skin crawl of a Hobo. Squinted his eyes for a moment as he listened. "So, you probably feel even more obligated to investigate this crime. It is essentially much closer to home than most cases would tend to be." Well, cases that didn't involve what his own crimes had been that fit the bill. Truthfully, there had been an odd feeling being in such a position where she'd confide in him. It had grown even odder knowing the level of her fervency for the truth when things had been closer to the home camp of tragedy. "If this David Tallenery was the sole target then they should be fine." 'If' - He made sure to emphasize that following the thought that if it hadn't, which often could be the case in the wizard world. "If not then it means things may start to grow more dangerous as the days pass." "Thomas Sollozzo? No, not personally. The most I know is that he isn't the kind of man you cross. Most likely not the kind of man you -want- to deal with but one who would most likely find a way to make you deal with him." The warnings and alerts had been easy to see on his way to work, being a Wandmaker the various exaggerated rumors often passed through. But the factor that the targets may end up visiting made it more pertinent to make those that would enter be more 'aware' that at any more something could seem off or dangerous. "If a single man warrants this much attention, that many Aurors along with the skill to take out his target and the guard with nary a possible trace? Then I would say you shouldn't investigate it. It means he holds no qualms with eliminating those in the way even if they aren't the primary focus." He knew of a few men that fit that bill - he'd worked for a man who fit that bill to the very T. Being the arm the 'affirmed' that possibility had made him much more acute to the irony in this situation. "You're going to paint a target on your back. You're not going to want that target since it means Cassandra already has that very target painted on as well, most likely. You'll probably want to start preparing charms and hexes as traps to heighten security for your home." He knew there had been no rights established by him to ask this of her, that in doing nothing it would perpetrate the necessity for the man to slip through and get at whatever he truly had been after. "If you start investigating it also would make it much more. . . Difficult, for me to offer protection or assistance." The whole ordeal was a stage - Caitlin maybe viably safer in the midst of it all. Yet, he knew for himself, the moment he'd step on the scene the eyes that still searched for him would have a way to track him. He would need to disappear and yet. . . A huff exhausted. "But, if you insist on going through with it? Then I shall do what I can."
  6. Invite A Gift Not to be Wasted. . .

    With the drink that had be prepared for himself clutched in hand, he made his way towards the sofa where he proceeded to sit down on it right next to Caitlin. A strong silence from him as not even a grunt exuded out while he tipped the edge of the glass against his lips. Sometimes, a stiff drink was necessary just to give a bit more time to consider the words being spoken. Though a small smirk did tug at the corner of his lips. "Perhaps, though it is one of the more welcoming surprises. At least considering what could be waiting on the other side of the door for a person such as I." It wouldn't have been the first time he opened a door to his living space and found the tip of a wand pointed towards him. Dylan leaned forward as both hands clasped at the warm drink and his eyes peered down into the murky liquid. "Something of a day that has drawn you back into working cases? That sounds like more than 'Something'. " Vibrating hum resonated at his throat as his gaze lifted up to stare at the wall ahead. "A murder no less. Are you sure that's wise to jump back into after so long? Not doubting whether or not you have gotten rusty." After all, it hadn't been THAT long since she'd stopped officially and yet the edge of a blade took very little to dull. "But it is quite the dangerous choice to get back into that business, no?" There had been concern for her safety on his part, the safety of her niece as well. But he refused to worry and fret like some troops den mother. "If they're contacting you something tells me they've put aside their pride to outsource. And it also means they are dealing with some that is quite quick handed and slippery that their trained forces might actually be struggling and stuck within the confinement of their law." At this point he mostly spoke as a way to find his place, the proper question to filter towards understanding of what form of murder - how destructive, rather, that it could be. "Do you feel up to it? It may bring a sense of danger that you're all too willing to forget about. Especially with what can hide behind the corners in this place."
  7. Invite A Gift Not to be Wasted. . .

    Since he'd arrived back within Australia he'd been dealing with a list of backorders to the point it usually kept him later than he had hoped. Not that managing the various orders for unique styles of wands bothered him, no, it was the occassional random animal that somehow always seemed to escape from Stardust's backroom. Often it meant that a chase scene practically broke out and he often swore that in his mind he heard some form of background music playing just for pure taunts. Granted, that also could have been just one of the many 'fun' pranks a Fae could pull on a person. That had been on top of also catching up with Eudoxia when the brief moments would allow. It felt quite odd, leaving for a moment for a manufactured life of sorts only to return and find that things had kept on going forward. He wasn't certain on the true focus of the sensation within as it held a jumbled amount of wonderings and considerations: Fear of settling, hypocritically contentment in it, and the duality of whether this was true a place for him or not. Dylan arrived at his home, even before his hand reached to the doorknob he could hear the sound of music that played on the inside. Curiosity piqued as his head tilted slightly. It was quite ballsy for a burglar to pull such an antic which struck that thought from his mind. He clutched the knob and turned to unlatch and open up the door slowly with a smooth inch and slid inside calmly, light of foot. It was then that he saw the familiar face that had been stretched out on the couch with drink in hand. At least he needn't be on his most alert in terms of whom was in the home. He placed his keys on a hook that hung close by the door and walked over towards Caitlin as he hovered over here for a moment. The tips of his fingers curl around the glass of wine lightly to steady it in case she'd been in a deep rest. "Well, aren't you the lovely surprise to come home to." He spoke loud enough, yet something inside of his mind told him that she probably had been more aware of his presence than he had been of hers. "You're already prepared for a night as if it had been quite the day. That or you're trying to escape even thinking about it." At times the two thoughts were more mutual he found. His hand left from the glass and he made his way towards the alcohol cabinet to pour himself a bourbon. "What happened that you're already reaching for the serenity of a good glass and nurturing music?"
  8. Not Again

    There weren't many people on his list that he could consider 'friends' let alone acquaintances. It had always been a rare thing for him and so his idea of proper friendly etiquette had been off in the way that he always seemed a bit more up-right in his posture than he should have been. After a days work of various kinds of customers: Both of the respectful and rude variety while managing Stardust's everyday gimmicks and shenanigans, he could see the merit of the need to relax and unwind with those that didn't add to that kind of a case load. "I heard closets are excellent places to hide away in. Even if they wake up it gives you a good guard post to peek through the cracks of the door." "That's certainly a phrase I don't hear often." Or at all, he couldn't remember the last time someone had been happy to see him. Typically, his presence had always been a form of omen on the horizon for somebody. "Those are the trials one faces when it comes to dating high dignitaries it seems. There is always something happening with the mice that calls the cat away, so to speak." He had seen notices and warnings placed out about the dark denizen that had caught the entire Magical Communities' law enforcement's eye and focus. While the two held no true connection part of him couldn't help but feel a form of 'responsible' for other Dark Wizards. Granted, he didn't follow that kind of step any longer. "Yes, well, I imagine it is easier to speak with a person who didn't take a perverse pleasure in killing." Dylan expected it was much more than that, however, that most men perhaps lusted after the woman and her natural beauty almost as much as they enjoyed the dirty jobs given to them. While he had always stayed in the middle a form of neutrality of sorts. Neither caring for the kill and finding it as more of a necessity. An eyebrow raised up in curiosity as she slid the vegetables and knife in front of him, gaze drifted down to focus on the item then lifted back towards Doe before descending to where they had been before. "Ah. . . Very well." He hadn't expected to be put to work but he supposed it was his own doing. Fingers unbuttoned the jacket while pulling it off himself and hung it gingerly against the back of a chair. Then the knife had been taken up and he proceeded to slice up the vegetables. "What I have been up to? Hrm. . ." Nostrils flared as he took in a gentle course of air. "Well, I went to Ireland for a bit. Had some business out there that I needed to check up on with Caitlin." He knew there would only be a bit of information that he could truly tell her considering it wasn't his story to tell in that regard.
  9. Not Again

    It had only been a short while since his return from Ireland back to Australia, something that had grown to be much more eventful than he could have anticipated. Needless to say it gave both he and Cait somethings to consider and think about while piecing together the 'missing facts' that she had been searching for back at the Home land. Meanwhile, he found that he still had a few contacts there that could be trusted to some extent and it left him with a new source for information. At the very least to keep tabs on his old childhood home. At the end of the day it was just another reason for the wizarding purists to focus on certain people and it was something he didn't expect to stop any time soon. Luckily he had received an invitation that had the potential to, at the very least, allow him to put down those thoughts and concerns for the time being. Something that he didn't need to carry with him if it wasn't necessary which it hadn't been in this case. It had been some time since he held a meet-up with Doe with the two of them being in different countries, obviously it'd be difficult. But he also understood that they both had important things in their lives that needed a certain degree of attention without delays, distraction or interruptions. After making himself known to have arrived by ringing the door bell he stood there with both hands delved into his pockets. It didn't seem as if it took long at all for the door to swing open and reveal an up beat greeting. "Hello there, Doe. You seem to be in extremely good spirits today." He considered that positive movement in the right direction a few times that they had spoken it had been about the trials and tribulations that came along with her marriage. The hope more so was that things had worked out and that it wasn't just a mere front being put on under the guise of a brave face. "Do something else? You don't have to make up party lines if you were sneaking in a few Z's on lunch time. As a constantly moving mother I think you're owed more than enough sleep to sneak." While he didn't know if that was the case or not, what she had been doing seemed obscure enough to be of a personal matter. Something he didn't want to poke out of her until she felt comfortable enough to explain it on her own terms and merit. "Gyros are perfect, I don't want to put you to work more than you need to be after all. Your children will do that more than enough - I'll stay on the less effort end of things. I'm low maintenance anyways."
  10. Fairy and The Mounds [May 11th, 2018]

    "I believe I am also the poster boy for caution." A charming smile stretched across his lips, it was one of those kind of smiles that just seemed to come with the suave and finesse of a man who had an aged kind of a taste in life and style. He walked towards the window with the tips of his fingers lightly pressed at the sill of it, eyes peered through the clear and pristine glass at the various people that had walked amongst the street. There were those one could tell had made their home in the town for many ages, others, were more obvious tourists by the way they held up their cameras and seemed overly 'excited'. It was always intriguing to see how head over heels people became for locations with history. "Perhaps, in towns like these people are up earlier due to the lifestyle and the needs of people needing to be met and catered towards. To think, people willingly sit their head up before seven hits." An amused hum rumbled within as it turned into a small laugh. "Trails are often good - and bad for many other reasons. But I don't expect the bad to really come in as a factor. At the very least, exposing myself to nature might be a good way to enjoy what little freedom will be given." Chances were that the moment their bodies recovered just enough that they would begin the process of digging up the necessary information. "Perhaps 'threat' needs to be ascertained by their own view of what that means. Hehe, my version of a threat is most likely not the same as theirs." He perceived a threat as legitimate bodily harm, but those here, would they find the threat more in change than actual harm? "Ah, Caitlin, if only my life had been so lucky for such a luxury. Alas, I am too much of a skeptic to leave it to chance. At least let me keep some of my old crotchety ways." A gentle yet small smile had been offered towards the brimmingly red-headed woman. "What is most interesting about these kinds of towns, isn't so much the perceived ignorance - but the true mysteries and knowledges kept tight lipped by the community. I will be honest, I would not be surprised if they actually did know something and chose to turn their gaze." It was a scenario that mostly happened in books, stories and the like, but much like most stories. . . There was often a reason for such a thoughtful basis besides the intrigue. "Then sit down and take a rest. I shall draw you a proper steamed bath, it should work at the soreness without having your feet swell up." A smirk then followed afterwards. "Of course, if we're going to get anywhere you may want to rethink the idea of heels out in the fields."
  11. Fairy and The Mounds [May 11th, 2018]

    "So, what you're telling me really - is that you want to know the secrets that were buried. Not the panhandled information that they often give." Pessimistic was often his own sight but that at least seemed to be the 'rough' translation. There was something that either piqued the woman's interest enough that it needed to be investigated or that it's import was significant in a current event that was overlapping in her life. "You're also very cautious by nature, there isn't much of anything that comes out of your mouth that others could listen into. Unless it was intended for others to hear regardless." That last part he imagined was more specific towards school lessons being overheard versus information that could be potentially harmful. As he snorted a half smile curved from his lips "I'm the very paragon of patience my dear. As much as I am one of inquisitiveness." Perhaps a pro and a con all wrapped up in many ways and fashions. One who often sought knowledge almost always got more than they ever bargained for and it was the leading reason of a Dark Wizard in development in the making. Never the less, the reaction of the rotund woman offered a well-played faux smile and laughter as he glanced downwards as if to be naturally bashful at the state of being acknowledged as a wedded man. The idea itself was weird to him but he had no qualms playing the role with someone whom he had grown more than comfortable with - whatever they truly were to one another was still a clouded mystery but there was a clear 'something' to him. He took note of the various places making sure to plan for moments that they'd appear there as proper tourists as things still needed to look copasetic to any prying eyes. Ascending up the steps wasn't much of an effort for him as he kept himself in shape every moment that he could, in fact, it was more of like a pre-pre-warm up for him. He'll need to remember that when he takes his mid-morning jogs while here. "I'd need to run these steps several times to get any use out of them. But at least they're good for getting the blood pumping. That's a start." He opened the door as they both entered the room, him following Caitlin's lead while holding the luggage and gently settling it down against a nearby wall and closing the door tightly after bidding the innkeeper a proper farewell - then he locked the door. "Usually places like this are extremely resistant to change. Not impossible but very unlikely, the only change you'd see our faces and perhaps how intense suspicion can get." He opened up his jacket where he'd pull out his wand, A 12 inch Blackthorn. "That should keep us safe as long as no one is well learned in aristocracy outside of this place. If they are they'd have to do a lot more digging - I'm quite sure I've been long disowned and 'forgotten'. It'd , at most, buy us two weeks depending on how long you wanted to stay." Traced motions started to be made at different points of the room as he began to set up a few wards. "That should do it."
  12. Fairy and The Mounds [May 11th, 2018]

    His eyes narrowed just slightly as he spotted the tinge of her hair glow with a much brighter red, that was quite peculiar. He had seen a few things in his life time but encountering the various magical intensities still held a fascination. There seemed to be much more to the woman than he had originally anticipated, a strong hum resonated within his throat as he tried to gain a better grasp of the potential situation. The very least he could understand had been that where every there were had responded in a unique way towards the woman's presence. "Yes, I remember there was something here about your family that needed to be addressed. I am surprised you don't know much of your history, a lot of Irish families try to keep that kind of information close at hand. To not lose themselves, especially those that immigrated." At least, the ones proud of their heritage and held their way personal documentations of their lines and personal achievements. "Cassandra's maternal side? It sounds as if both sides of your family were trying to fully escape something to hold knowledge that never followed or had been made known. I suppose it isn't uncommon and yet. . . Curious." His fingers slide along his beard inquisitively but only for a moment as her words brought him out of thoughts that threatened to delve deeper into the mystery. As he nodded he followed behind her with both hands within his pockets, eyes cascaded along the aged and rustic looking tavern. A small chuckle escaped strongly from him. "It has been sometime since I stayed in a place like this anywhere. In Paris you can find places like this and yet. . . Many of them still manage to inflict a flair upon it that leaves a special impression." This place, however, looked as it was built to last as much as it was a homage to bygone days. As they approached the counter his hand reached into the pocket of his pants as he pulled his wallet out. "We'd like to purchase a room, somewhere cozy with a nice view." He offered up a gracious and firm smile while a single arm wrapped around Caitlin's waist. One thing that had been a keen style for him when he 'infiltrated' places had been always to establish a false public view - this just happened to be one where he could use a common one only If you worked with a partner. "Newly weds, as it were. I promised her the best view every morning for a honeymoon. I hope you don't make me much of a liar on that."
  13. You avoid speaking of your birthday. . . And somehow Stardust finds out. Now I have this ribbon wrapped Salamander slipping along my counter.

    1. Eudoxia Miller

      Eudoxia Miller

      I'm sorry i slipped up! 

    2. Caitlin Sullivan

      Caitlin Sullivan

      I mean... you never said that it was secret...

    3. Dylan Connell

      Dylan Connell

      Both of you? By the. . . The last thing I desire is the need of some form of 'celebration'. A nice drink in hand with a book is good enough for me.

  14. Blending In

    Being new to Australia held many benefits aside from not being 'truly known', the first being that whatever persona you crafted up, that would be how others viewed you. In this setting, he was no longer 'Dylan Connell' it was a name that held no meaning or impact for most that would know of him in Narrie. Especially those of the magical community in academics who needed their Wands handled or taken of at the beginning of the year or throughout it. Here, in this moment, He was simply Gilliam the Wand Craftsman - an Adept Apprentice to the ever so jittery and giggly Stardust. He found himself here as a way to drum up further press and awareness for the shop, more clientele, as his fae of a boss placed it. Really, he expected that she wanted more money to feed her addiction of bringing in random pets that were kept in the back. At any rate he found a rather gentle taste in the cocktail as he opted not to trick his taste buds with a faux drink. The glass left his lips and had been settled down onto the table top as he watched the various people interact and take the joyous bounty that had been the Roo's owner's recovery. "So, this is what it is like when people adore you and have been waiting for a proper revival." A stern chuckle vibrated from him as his hand slightly cocked to the side in amusement. It was the kind of welcome and merriment that he would never expect or even desire for himself, but some people, were just naturally charismatic and loved by their community. "Hopefully, the host will need a new wand after all that time laying asleep. Might be a new mentality due to that experience. . . Could be the kind of business Dusty would desire." Dylan spoke towards himself as he rose up a hand to rub at his beard in consideration. Maybe not the best time to go asking about it, but maybe in time. Many faces were familiar to him, either from visiting the shop or just on his various routes when delivering wands to those that couldn't pick them up personally.
  15. Fairy and The Mounds [May 11th, 2018]

    Home. . . Well, at least the Country, he hadn't expected to find himself back in Ireland with his current issues with family but, of course, he wasn't here to deal with the mystery of his bloodline. Rather, it was the company of someone he hadn't expected to be next to in the slightest even more than being in Ireland - Cate. She'd requested his presence on the trip and while part of him held reservations stepping into such dangerous territory for himself he was more than willing to oblige her, even with the vagueness of the reasons that they had been heading into the country. Let alone the quaint little town that held more of a 'back in time' appeal towards it. There were always rumors about those sorts of places but he also hadn't pushed the red-haired woman too much on the details not until they were well on their way towards their destination and curious piqued a bit too much to ignore for the man. "You've been quite tight-lipped about the full reason why we're here, Caitlin. We're no longer in earshot of those more crucial to your life in Australia so. . . What is the full reason we've need to traverse to such a place?" It couldn't be in reference to the fairy rumors could it? What purpose did such a thing hold for the woman and her family? It hadn't occurred to Dylan, perhaps, that she was of Fae descent? It wasn't unheard of especially with those of Irish bloodlines. Pureblooded Wizards of the Irish heritage often tended to be even more spiteful in those regards finding it a gross perversion of human nature being overcome. A rant that his Late Grandmother often rattled on about in order to poison the idea of Half-bloods and Breed's much deeper than most could have consider a young mind should take in. "I would have let this ride out and I also know you trust me enough to seek my presence. But you don't need to be dodgy with information, unless, it's something so sensitive that speaking it is more of an issue and habit of not doing for you?" That was a possibility in his mind which he couldn't blame the woman for with the sentiments witnessed through out different countries. While governmental 'Acceptance' of certain people have improved the views it hadn't quelled the stigma's and the prejudiced, truthfully, it had only enhanced and shined a light on them even more. Atrocities and hatred brewed in the darkest of hearts and the shadowy places of the Underworld where people dear not utter anything else but those dark desires. "At the very least, I would like to know what I am walking into in case I need to defend us or at least keep an ear and eye out." A hand grasped at the strap of his back as the path laid before them to head towards the town, it was best to not use vehicles considering the possible superstitious nature and at least experiencing the nature and atmosphere of Ireland was something he could take in once more at a leisured pace.
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