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Night fell over the city, the glow of streetlights shimmering on the wet pavement. Beowulf, bundled in a huge sweater with the hood pulled low, walked along the sidewalk. His breath formed small plumes of vapor in the chilly air. Abruptly, he halted his steps and tilted his face up toward the moon hanging bright above. A smile crept beneath the fabric, and his green eyes gleamed with a nostalgic light. "It's a lovely night... A lovely moon for howling," he murmured, turning slowly toward you as if waiting for a reply.