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I headed down to the Great Hall. I could smell all manner of good medieval foods as I approached the doors. I also heard all manner of revelry inside.
Having been alone or with just one or two people most of my life, I had originally balked at the idea of existing in such a large tribe of noisy, overbearing, fiercely loyal, and unfailingly caring people. But I'd gotten over it.
My steps picked up to know what Igraine had mixed up in her pots. I'd planned to eat the main meal with the squires and talk medieval sports and their favorite picks for the next World Cup. When dessert came around, I planned to flit off to sit with Gwin and a few of the other witches my age, relatively speaking since everyone was at least fifty calendar years older than me. Then I'd head off to bed in my own
