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The woods are a pretty sweet setup, really- they're kinda away from the bar, not a whole lot of people go there, except the occasional Dude Sparring in the Clearing or Werewolves (who, at the time, don't usually count as people, at least in the Monster's eyes).

Thus, there is one hideous monstrosity kickin' back out in the wilderness, enjoying a lack of company.

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Harold doesn't quite understand what he means, but nods happily anyway. He likes Frankle lots and he is glad to have a friend.

"You lib in twee?" He point into the tree that the other was hiding in when Harold approached.

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"Er, no... your dog had frightened me, you understand..." He gestures in a direction. "I have a house a small distance away."

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"'nowball nice!" Harold pets her. "She dood doggie.



Hous'?"

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"My dear friend made it for me; a place where I might stay away from the tavern and the many people inside. It is quite a comfortable place."

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"Dat nice! Dood frien'."



Harold looks in the direction of William's 'Tavern,' not realizing he means the bar. "People dere scary?"

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He nods solemnly. "I have made friends there, yet it makes me uneasy to be in the company of so many men. In these woods, it is not so firghtening."

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Harold looks around uneasily.
"Like here in day.
Night not nice." He might shutter a litle.

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"It can be quite unpleasant for those unused to it," he agrees. "Might I extend again my invitation to my house? It might be less grand than what you would prefer, yet I hope you would find it more comfortable than the ground and bushes."

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Harold grins again.

"I like go you hous'! Is dood house?" Answering his own question, "Is Frankle's house den dood!"

He reaches up and grabs the other's hand in an innocent little boy way.

"Bush dood for hide sometime. But 'nowball white 'n hard to hide."

Harold's happy and rambling.

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If he smiles much wider, there might be risk of the top of his head coming off.

But that's a risk he'll just have to take. He folds his fingers around Harold's hand and leads on.

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FTB