Something shiny twinkled in the far left of the Hall and Annun turned to face a somewhat curious sight. She had just been about to answer Isilmė's remark on her appearance but now she called "Look Isil, there's The Saucepan Man! I am not sure if you know him already but he's one of my dear Quiz Room pals. His riddles..." Annun shook her head. She replied to his wave and wondered then what in Middle-Earth he was carrying in addition to his pans and kettles. 'I surely need to talk to him tonight', she thought and turned back to Isilmė.
"Where were we? Oh yes, thank you but you're too kind! This is an old dress and these shoes... They are going to kill me, that's for sure! And to your inquiry about Bruce... Well, that's a sad story...or maybe not", she finished with a mischievious smile on her lips.
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Despair is only for those
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