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Maén stern hazel eyes looked over the old man, she was so intent upon his response that she did not notice Crystal join them.
“Then you would be so kind as to tell me where this house of Guriel’s is?” Maén raised an eyebrow. Arridan glared at her from across the table.
Arriten looked up from his plate. “How do you know he is here my girl?” his voice was harder than usual.
“The fact that Lysia acquired some information; you are the Lord of this place, aren’t you? I would think you know where people live.” Her voice became more excited. As Arriten seemed to tense.
“Yes, a Lord should know, but alas I do not, though I do have lists. Arridan will take you into the cellar after dinner there you may look, but now lets eat and be content.” He nodded to his son who frowned. “But only you will I allow there, no one else, Privacy matters must count for something.” And ever so artfully the old man changed the subject. “You noble sirs, tell me of yourselves and your reason for being in this young ladies company.”
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