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“Tell us who did this to you,” said Eoin, as Leofwin got to his feet.
“Oh, my. Dry throat,” said the bayard. He clomped across the stables to a water bucket on the floor. The bayard sucked and slurped until he had his fill, then maneuvered his way around the stables until he was facing them. “She was very nice. Weird, but nice. Familiar. She kept repeating herself. Her poetry wasn’t very good, rather grim, in fact.” Renny and Eoin glanced at each other. Esther shook her head. “Alice.”
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Max flinched and opened his eyes at the sound of the deep snore coming from the bed beside him. He leaned over and studied Fuster. All signs of the infection were gone and color had returned to the dwarf’s face. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. Milo’s head rested on the edge of Crag
