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I wake up to a faint clanking noise. It’s already light out. First, I try to recall where I am and why the world is so fluffy and soft around me. Having accomplished that, it’s easy to arrive at the conclusion the noise is caused by the return of the knights. I leave the warm softness of the bed with a heavy sigh, press my ear to the wall, and try to eavesdrop.
“I still can’t believe these gratified peasants had the nerve to arrest Sir Arynn! Arrested him! Hah! We could have slain them with one hand tied behind our backs and they are holding the Keeper of the Cove captive! Outrageous!” rages a low and resonant voice.
“It is outrageous,” agrees another in a more reasonable tone.
“And the preposterous accusation, that he’s the one who killed Rashmund Lockhart! Anyone who ever hear
