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“Sure you must get some very ‘queer’ ones from time to time?”
“Oh, we do, we do,” Dick said, nodding his head sagely. He sat up and leaned confidentially across the table. “We don’t usually have that much, see,” he said. “Not very many outsiders wander into the Perch all that often, but sommit seemed to have happened to whatever fairies were keeping ‘em all out of the Shire. Just yesterday, when I took over the good old inn, a whole flood of these sorts came in.” Dick sat back again, stopping abruptly. “Not that your so common yourself,” he said, “but still,” sitting forward again, “there’ve been worse.”
“Like that dwarf over there,” he jerked his head towards Kuric before he moved his eyes towards him. Whatever words were forming on his tongue stopped before they’d rolled off it. His eyes fixed themselves on Tollers and the strange dwarf. They were locked in what appeared to be an interesting conversation, if anything could be told from the rate that Tollers was talking. “He seems like an interesting fellow,” Dick continued slowly after a long pause. “And he’s evidently got Tollers quite enthralled. Oh well,” he shrugged and looked back.
“You must meet a great deal of people yourself on the road, you don’t need me telling you about them.”
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