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Soup is fine. Everything they have here is good. Then she remembered Peony's other question. I come from west of here. My family has a small settlement in the empty lands.
She looked around and signaled for one of the servers. And where do you two hail from? It is strange indeed to find an elf on the borders of the Shire. One of the merry hobbit lasses came up and took their orders, returning shortly with steaming bowls of soup.
Are either of you musicians, by chance? She pushed the slate over to her table mates and started on her soup.
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