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Dusty and dirty, Hîriest stumbled into the Inn. Morien looked up, grunted as if Hîriest hadn't left, and poured him an ale without asking. Handing it to him, he said, "Welcome back."
Hîriest nodded. "Thank you. I see the Three Trees are here already."
"Hail!" called Beech from a far table. Willow waved, and Oak thumped the table.
Hîriest nodded, and began making his way across. Then he stopped, and looked around. "I don't see him."
"Don't see who?"
Hîriest shrugged. "The fence-climber. The one who trespassed in the dead of night in a graveyard to pay his respects at the grave of a well-loved Loremaster. Well, when he comes by, Morien, give him an ale and say Happy Birthday for us." He fished for a coin, and put it on the bar.
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