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"Ah, a tale not for the tale, if you know looms. But if it's rooms you want, it shall indeed," intoned Bethberry to Brokhelm, "two rooms if you wish, and a warm fire. Will you see to your rooms now?" She half rose to lead the man and his sister, but he held up his hand.
"Not necessary now, if we are to have entertainment here, although I shall let Linnéa speak for herself, as she may wish to wash up after a long journey."
The young girl spoke quietly to the Innkeeper and the three conversed over their rooms while others twiddled their tongues over gleeful expectation of Eodwine's skill.
"A glib tongue shall talk of Gob, eh?" inquired Ruthven. "Is there something wrong, Halfling, with a tale first told? Must we always hear of old ones and nary of new?"
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