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T'was a good thing that Saeryn had eaten well, or the pint that she consumed all-together too rapidly for prudence would have hit her hard. She'd not imbibed alcohol in quite a long time, preferring juice or tea, and had entirely forgotten the affect that it had on her, and had forgotten that if she did perchance to drink, she ought to do it slowly, and certainly not to quench thirst as she would with water or juice. She smiled benignly, listening to the friendly bickering of Ruthven and Falco. Eodwine looked at her with a bit of worry, noting the lower level of drink in her mug. Intentional, he thought, or naive of the effects on a lass of her size? Mild though the ale was, Saeryn's face took on a slightly dreamy quality as she listened to the soft and sophisticated voice of the innkeeper. She wondered what Eodwine would reply.
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