(Plummet) Lange, Observing Giants


"So where are the bride and groom?" Lange leaned out the window, taking in every minor detail. Her powers of observation were unmatched, and she was blessed with a photographic memory. Far in the distance, she noticed unrest in the chief's keep. "What could be the problem...? Eeek!" She had leaned over too far and fell from the window, plunging towards the rows of marching giants. "Hopefully one of them will catch me! Wouldn't that be just magnificent?"


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