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‘Afraid not, Mistress Enpauriel Laicirith,’ Bávor said, taking a quick poll of those seated at the table. ‘No spares. Perhaps we should put off the night of entertainment for another date.’ And preferably one after we’ve gone!
‘At any rate, just let us know when you’ve gotten yourselves situated with instruments and song and such,’ Bívor added, turning from his bowl of stew to look at the female Elf. ‘What about you, Kár? Did you want to join in on the singing and the playing?’ Bívor asked, turning back to his fellow Dwarves. ‘Didn’t mean to leave you out.’
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