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A scrabbling noise at the doorway of his shelter alerted Danton to someone’s arrival just as the brush screening was pulled back.
“Danton, may I come in?”
Danton rolled over to see Twig Snap’s anxious face, outlined by her frizzy hair, in the doorway. “Yes, of course you may.”
He sighed heavily, preparing to pull himself together to be sociable.
Twig Snap came close and sat down cross legged next to him, “I can see you are very despondent that it turns out you are not a woodman. But it is not so very bad. I am planning to marry a sorcerer, you know. His name is Boravar and you helped to save his life.”
“Did I?”
Twig Snap nodded and went on to tell him about it.
Danton ran his hand through his hair, “Your Boravar may be nice but this Petrand character sounds ghastly. It seems tha
