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Bethberry gratefully downed spoonfuls of the stew while listening to all that was going on. She hadn't realised how cold and hungry she was. 'Mellonin certainly knows how to keep a good pot on the fire,' she thought appreciatively.
"This should warm you from the rain, no?" she asked the Loremistress, happy to see her friend once more here at the Seventh Star. Then, in response to the man from the north, she asked,
"And so you decided there was nothing left to surprise you in the north, but there might be in the south?"
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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