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Hîriest, Oak, Willow, and Beech watched as the scroll was tacked up. Hîriest beamed. "Well, lads, perhaps you can wring tunes out of him for a day, and give my voice a rest?"
"Is it mercy you seek?" laughed Oak.
"I can hope, " Hîriest replied. "Whether he sing or no, his tales will be most welcome."
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