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“This is lady Wynflaed, lord Athanar’s wife. They have just arrived a couple days ago, to, um, ensure that things go smoothly in Eodwine’s absence.” For all her diplomatic attempts at choosing the right words, Saeryn couldn’t keep a troubled look from passing swiftly over her face. She quickly smoothed her features into a smile again and walked forward to invite him to sit down at the table. Frodides set a plate of hot food before him and in a moment it was followed be some steaming brew in a mug.
“You haven’t told me why you came back, Falco,” Saeryn said.
The hobbit had no chance to reply before the door opened and Cnebba, Garmund, and Leodern all tumbled into the kitchen together. They swarmed about Falco’s chair, Leodern hugged him excitedly, and they all talked together in a jumble of high, childish voices. Javan came in from the hall, but he stood back by the door.
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