Culoth looked at Éorlan curiously. He looked familiar, and his name sounded familiar as well. She wanted to go speak with him but felt very shy.
He saw her looking at him and gave her a very friendly smile which overcame her fears. She approached him and sat down next to him.
"Éorlan you said your name was?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Your name sounds familiar, and you look familiar. Might I ask... from where do you come?"
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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