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Wandering back somewhat absentmindedly, Bethberry held in her hand a small scroll, which she read over a second time before taking a seat between Falco and Ruthven.
The old bag lady raised her eye questioningly at the Innkeeper. "Wyrd?" she mouthed quietly.
Bethberry nodded and in return mouthed the name "Sôông."
Attempting to reintegrate herself with the events at hand, she smartly inquired, "What is this story about Fid and Faddle? Is Eodwine telling us a new mannish tale and not an elder one of the elves?"
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