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"Now, that is not quite your place to ask, is it?" Hilderinc said calmly, looking Quin into the eyes. "Sufficient to say, he wants him found - your curiosity might be satisfied then." He looked around.
"I have been counting on that it might be the best to ask some of the locals anyway," he continued. "But if we do, we should avoid telling too many people, is that clear? Let's not rouse the whole hall because of that. We will do the best to ask only one or two at most.
But are you sure you have not seen the man when we were coming here? It seems that there were more of us, then, because I am not very sure about what he looked like either. My hope was that the two of you would have seen him better with your keen young eyes," he finished jestingly, but without a change in his expression or in the tone of his voice. It felt a bit awkward for Hilderinc to have to admit this omission in spotting the man, he was not used to fail in his duties that often. It was the holbytla, a thought flashed somewhere in the back of his mind. Surely there was some ill omen in the appearance of that strange little man. The more reasonable part of his mind pushed this half-unconscious idea away, however.
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