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Synopsis:
Idle ADs for the hag wandering around the cellar and playing idle animations (no item interactions). Ethel is walking around with her hands on her belly, softtly singing/reciting a poem to Vanra in a horrifying mimicry of a doting pregnant mother.
1. : Against soldiers, hunters, <br>even armies we'll stand,devnote903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_B, 903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_A903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_B = False, 903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_A = False
0. : Let the bastards come, <br>for together? We'll be grand.devnoteEnd
3. : You'll have my teeth, <br>my eyes, my claws,devnote903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_B = False, 903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_A903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_B
2. : And kill we shall, <br>without rhyme or cause.devnoteEnd
5. : Vanra, my sweet, <br>big and strong you will grow,devnote903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_B = False, 903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_A = False903572a5-631c-cdc5-eb33-6976ec4572ca_A
4. : And across this land <br>such evil we'll sow.devnoteEnd