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Looks like he smells something he really likes--
"Vandis."
"Hello, Rhell. Otura doing fine?"
"Splendid. Barthazard not doing anything reckless?"
"I think he's slept with every single girl we came across on the way, but otherwise he's rather well-behaved."
"I rarely see you outside delivery, Vandis. Occasion?"
"Jonathan, bless his soul, has never had ale, and he's been whining about it. Boy's much too weak to go and get some his damn self. We originally were going down to Haland, but it's been barricaded for some reason."
"I appreciate you coming here for it."
"Old friends, aye?"
Maria slowly takes Tom and sidles up to the back wall so the man named Vardis and the forest man named Rhell could talk in peace. Rhell lowers his voice, but Maria can still hear. Tom makes it hard with his obsessive sniffing.
"I hear it's the winter folk, for it. They've moved to a less populated area for the marriage."
"Scathing stars."
"It's the first time a demon has become betrothed to a human. A good omen."
"Not for the RedEyes, still. Leral's going to be happy, anyways, the optimistic little twat."
Rhell whispers something Maria cannot hear.
Maybe we should leave...?
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