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"Well then," said Eleniel, rubbing her palms together. "I don't see any reason why you couldn't join us when we leave the Green Dragon. I warn you, however, that I don't intend to leave right away; I have some business to take care of here. Does that bother you?"
She rose from her chair and walked over to the bar, refilling her mug.
"Are you hungry, Alameth?" she asked. "I happen to know that the Green Dragon has an excellent cook."
On her return to the table, Eleniel cast a questioning glance at her elven companions, who had remained uncharacteristically silent during her exchange with Alameth.
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"Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.
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