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Symestreem looked after the departing elf maid. I hope everything's all right with her, she wrote. There's not much that will alarm an elf....
May the winds speed you on your journey she thought, although Gwenneth was not sailing. The sentiment was the same.
She caught the server's eye and, through signs, asked for something to drink. Then she excused herself to go retrieve her cloak.
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