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Stepping out of his room above the tavern, Liam stretched in the morning sunlight that came down the alley each. Rolling on his heels, he walked down the stairs and into the alley below, pausing to stroke the back of the local alley cat that lurked by the tavern's backdoor daily before heading out into the main street to be greeted by the usual sights and sounds of the town. “Morning Liam!” the cobbler called from his storefront across the street. “Out for another stroll?” “It keeps my lungs in good condition for the evening shows!” Liam declared as he waved, proceeding on his way down the street. Proceeding through the town, he made his way past all the usual morning routine. He had become so accustomed to it all that he could set a tune to it and probably get the town dancing along. However he was no playwright and the idea of choreographing that many people for a performance made his head spin. He much rather preferred his usual clientele at the tavern every evening. However