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-- PIO
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Soran was doing his best to juggle three children, relate the scouts' experiences to his sister, and convince her that his head had been fine for quite some time now; Kirima had seen to that with her herb knowledge. That was when two well-dressed women followed Kandel into camp. The old man almost dropped his four-year-old niece, Lalia, who was busy trying to count his grey hairs.
He watched the two unfamiliar women, wondering what in the world they could want with them. One was obviously distrustful, the pretty Innkeeper who had spoken to the three spies in Bree. The other seemed quite confident of herself and her mission, whatever it was, though still wary. The Innkeeper kept glancing around, as though expecting someone to jump out at them. Soran saw her eyes widen when she saw the children, especially the s. He supposed she had been expecting some sort of army.
Minastan and Lotar were deep in some sort of conversation as the two women and Kandel approached. The play of emotions on Lotar's face could have been amusing as he took in the respectable look of the visitors, but fairly predictable. Minastan's was . . . harder to decypher. A flash of recognition and surprise, followed quickly by a replacing of the carefully neutral mask he usually wore. How interesting. Probably Minastan had known the two women before they chased him out of Bree.
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