Naaramare stared at the small figure who'd joined them, half-listening to talk of mushrooms, second breakfasts and pipeweed. She'd heard of halflings vaguely, but she'd never seen one (that she remembered . . .though for all she knew she'd been associating with them for millenia before she lost her memory . . . )
Obeying Mithrandir's gesture, she moved to the fire and got a cup of the hot, bitter beverege. "Do you know this person?" she asked of Bethberry, trying to suppress all the questions that were bubbling up beneath the surface.
It's as if I've said so be it, no one can give me my old life back, but I can learn everything about this new one now . . .
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