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"She is flighty, m'lady, but she settles under a firm hand, and she is stubborn as a Dwarf, in her own way. She's decided that this is her dream, and so she will stick with it, if not just to show she can." He glanced around, smelling the late dinner. "Either way, m'am, we do wish for a pair of rooms, adjacent if you have them, and a meal. If that isn't too much?" He looked straight into Bethberry's eyes, pleading. She took pity on him and led him by the elbow to the growing group at the nearby table.
"Eodwine, would you kindly take pity on this poor boy and allow for his company? I must see to these rooms." Smiling, she left, pausing to leave word in the kitchen of another two stomachs to fill.
Faleron looked at the group nervously. "Um... Hello." He said politely. "Would you mind if my sister and I join you?"
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