An Impromptu Feast

Players

- Sersi

- Ava

- Dagda

- Felicity

- Ciocan

- Windrose

- Tyree

- Rahier

- Atlanton

- Darcy

- Baatar

Salamandastron - Dining Chamber

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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron. It is a

veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room

so big. Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.

Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its

presence is undeniable. Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,

each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce. The chair

at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that

occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord. The massive

object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the

sun setting over the sea.

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The last minute nature of this feast has left little and less time for decorative flair; the cooks have been rushing to bake pasties and pies; the bar's par has been increased to allow a few special varietals; and a pair of unfortunate recruits are tasked with the lesser sundry tasks of making the chamber fit for the Badger Lord's arrival. Sersi has spent the last hour crafting ornaments for each table while directing the recruits: simple woven vines and flowers accompany baskets of fresh-picked fruit beneath the Patrol's finest- or rather, their cleanest- linens.

Heading into the dining area is one of the healers, Ava. Dressed in a crisp and clean uniform that she threw on after her obsessive morning workout, she gives a smile towards her best friend with a flash of fingers. "Everything looks really nice. Need a hand or two now that I'm done stitching up a poor dibbun's thumb he nearly cut off this morning?"

"Gangway!" A large barrel of something that sloshes comes rolling through the door at a high speed, smacking into the wall next to the others with a loud, if dull, thud. Dagda, with a bit of a sheepish grin, appears behind it, pointing at the still-intact vessel where it has come to an abrupt rest. "The uh. Th' barrel. Got a bit outah control, wot." The buck strolls over to it casually, trying to look like it was an intentional move on his part, and rolls it back from the wall for a quick peek at the side. "'s fine," he comments, with a dismissive wave at the staves.

Felicity likes helping. She's old enough to be a runner, but still young enough that she has that Dibbun-like enjoyment of being helpful. She is hurrying around putting decorations where they go. The auburn-furred hare is in her dress uniform, with proper insignias to indicate that she is a runner and a private. Her blue eyes sparkling, she looks like she's about to attend a party, which I geuss in a way, she is. Her silky-looking fur is perfectly groomed for the occasion. She just ignores the rolling barrel. It doesn't come near her, so it's all good.

If there is one thing the head chef of Salamandastron is good at it is cooking enough food to sate even the hungriest hare. The kitchen door opens from inside and Ciocan steps out into the dining room, one of the cook's helpers stumbling to a halt as the badger looms out of the kitchens, he stares for a moment then stammers, "My... my lord that isn't the direction we were expecting you..." the badger smiles kindly and places a paw on the youngsters arm, "No... but if I am to rule Salamandastron well, for all of you I must know its every passage." he looks out at everyone and bows, "Good day my friends, I was asked to come to the dining room and thus I have come."

Windrose looks over at the badger lord, she had forgotten just how tall he was, she waves at him and waonders if anyone else is gonna wave also. She then folds her paws into her lap.

Sersi helps paint the banquet table with its first course of victuals. Seed-studded loaves, awaiting pats of cool butter, are still steaming within, and hotcakes tempt those with a sweeter tooth, dripping with sap dotted with raisins. Candied chestnuts litter the pathways between plates; Sersi is caught with a mouthful when Ava appears. "Mmf foi, almo' fimisht," she manages, swallowing too quickly, bits getting stuck in her throat. "--s'long as, a/khem/, it's no' th' /hachhk/ dibbun's paw y'be'offerin'." Ciocan's arrival commands her attention, however, and she brushes her paws of sugar and straightens her uniform. "G'day, sir!"

With a bemused smile upon her face, Ava quirks a brow up at Sersi and her shoveling of food into her mouth. "You're so adorable, sis." She drawls out in her accented voice of another land, one that she can't seem to get rid of. As Dagda 'delivers' the barrel, she giggles for a moment. "Good thing, right? We'd need quite a few mops for the spill." Straightening up as well at the sight of the badger lord, she gives him a sharp nod and a jerk of the chin. "Sir!"

Oh geez, five seconds later and he might have bowled over the Badger Lord with his barrel. Dagda takes half a second to contemplate the outcome of /that/ predicament, then snaps to attention, giving Ciocan a crisp salute. "G'day, sah! Hope it finds y' well." The buck straightens his tunic, still wearing the service version. "'m not dressed f' dinnah, sah, don't worry y' great, massive 'ead. 'Twill all be put straight an' ship-shape by then," he assures, waving at the room. "Nearly theah, too." He gives Sersi a grin and a wink, mouthing "looks great".

• Gasp!* Felicity had been running aroudn the room, putting final touches on the decorations she's been putting up, when the badger steps otu of the kitchen. "Holy smokes!!" She stops herself just in the nick of time, barely managing to not run over the new Lord of Salamandastron. She pulls herself up and salutes, hitting herself in the eye with a flower. "Hello sah, wot! Sorry about almost runnin' you over." She looks close to tears.

Ciocan looks over all the food and his eyes light up as he pads over on large paws that thump firmly on the stone floor, "Oh gosh... I've never seen such a feast. We had very little in the way of such.. sumptious victuals at sea." He looks at Felicity and winks, "It is ok lass, aye be thinkin ye'd need tah be a might bigger ta stand a chance o running me ovah." he glances from his simple, plain cotton tunic to Dagda's service uniform, "It is of no moment to me what you are wearing, Dagda wasn't it? I am not much good at formal dressing myself. I have my armour and this tunic, so it is of little note to me." He then helps himself to a whole loaf of seed-bread right in front of Sersi.

Windrose smiles "Food is always good here sir!"

"'Every 'are /knows/ those're best hot from th' fire," Sersi informs Ava before witnessing the badger put away an entire loaf, eyes widening to fully appreciate the substantial nature of his appetite. "There's, ah, plenty an' more, m'Lord, all in honor of your arrival," the doe chirps, then shifts her gaze to Dagda, unable to bridle an innocuous smirk at the sight of the barrel. "Wha' 'ave y' got there, eh?" There are empty cups near every seat for any to claim and water available for those who might desire, but the doe's interest is singular. "If Lord Ciocan's hunger is mirrored by his thirst, 'e must be parched- ought we 'ave a toast?"

Tyree is glad to see everyone properly assembled to meet the new lord. It's so amazing to be able to delegate and then watch the others scurry to fulfill their duty. Tyree marches in, dressed to the nines in sharp uniform wear, and like everyone else seems to, makes a beeline for the Badger Lord. Good to make an outstanding first impression. "A toast sounds lovely," he announces, taking a tankard off a nearby tray and raising it high. "To a badger forge no longer silent, wot?"

Blowing a strand of bangs away from her face, Ava plucks up a plate and gathers some vegetables upon it with a smile. Her shoulder bumps against her best friend's for a moment before she gives the Major a quick salute upon his arrival. "Yes, a toast!" She chimes in as she raises her own cup though it is currently empty. "To Ciocan and his mighty appetite!"

"Yes, m'lud, Dagda it is." At the badger's comments regarding his attire, he stammers back and forth between apology and explanation. "Well, th' rules of conduct, an'- an' th', th'..." The healer shuts up, gratefully taking Ciocan's munching as an avenue for escape and angling towards Sersi. "'ve no living ideah wha's in theah," he confides, leaning close to her ear and pointing at the barrel he rolled in. But a tankard is handy and he hoists it aloft.

Felicity sniffs and goes to stuff the flower in a button hole. She's not very comforted by the badger's remark. She goes to sit in a chair on the far side of the room from her commanding officers. She halfheartedly raises a tankard in a silent toast.

Ciocan asks, "Im mah honour ya say?" he grins at Sersi, his black and white striped face lighting up brightly, "Well tha be mighty foine of ya all ta go ta sooch trouble." he ambles over to Dagda's barrel and hoists it up onto one shoulder. "Then a toast we should 'ave, ta tha long patrol, fer welcoming me into yah home. Frae tha Major ta tha leverets, tis me honour ta be 'ere/" he sets the barrel on the table and broaches the keg simply staving in the top and starts dipping tankards into the frothy brew inside and handing it out to the nearest hares, "Every beast come n get a drink so we may ave a proper toast.""

Windrose grins and goes to get some of the drink, so she can help toast the badger lord and welcome him.

In truth, the trouble of the feast is welcome respite from what was the tedium of day-to-day at the mountain before Ciocan's arrival. Sersi hides a gasp when the keg loses its head entirely, but she does not balk when offered one of the badger's blessed tankards. She smiles from ear to ear, and shuffles over to Dagda in the interim of everyone getting their drinks, elbowing the buck as if to say, 'like, whoa, dude, did you see that?'

Rahier already has a drink, but sips at it, as such behavior would be expected at such a formal occasion. He looks fine in his dress uniform, with all the medals shined and pinned in place, and manages not to stick a finger into his collar to itch at his neck. The buck stands, slightly behind and to the left of the Badger, at a distance that allows him to not get splattered with errant drops of alcohol as the keg sweeps around entirely too quickly for something of its mass. No doubt everyone will join in the toast.

"A toast to us all, then, and the future of the mountain!" Tyree cheers alongside the Badger Lord and the rest of the hares, leading the room in three great 'hip hurrahs' to celebrate. "An' to having purpose, at last," he adds in a murmur into his cup as he takes a long gulp.

Taking a cup and fills it as well, Ava is all smiles as she listens to the cheer. She joins in with them, raising her glass before taking a sip.

Sipping demurely at his drink, Dagda takes the elbow to the ribs with a good-natured choke, spitting a bit into the tankard. "Steady," he splutters, face reddening for a moment before he regains his composure. "Jus' look at th' powah he's got," the healer murmurs to Sersi, with a push of his mug towards the badger. Setting said mug down, the buck nods towards the door. "Bettah go get changed."

Ciocan raises his glass after the cheers die down, "To tha long patrol, may ye ave clear sailin even with me at tha tiller." he drinks from his glass then settles down in the only badger sized chair in the room, "And know Tyree, tha ye always be 'avin a purpose, we ave a lot oh 'ard work ahead o us I can feel it in tha wind and waves. BUt tha be work for another day, fer no let us eat n get to know one another. I would dearly love it if ye was ta introduce me ta everyone Tyree, one at a time like"

Windrose smiles large as she raises her glass to toast the new badger lord.

Felicity doesn't go up to the group to fill her tankard. She's afraid that one of her commandign officers is going to yell at her for almost running over the Badger Lord. The pretty, auburn-furred haremaid wipes her eyes on the sleeve of her dress uniform, the sky blue of them blurred by her tears. She stands, the insignias designating her as runner and private flashing in the light as she tries to get to the exit. She had been so looking forward to this part/feast, and now all she wants to do is leave. She makes it out the door and runs as fast as she can up all the stairs. Where is she going? Not even she knows.

"Even if th' sailing weren't clear, y' seem t' have th' strength to battle a storm," Sersi notes, avoiding the hip-hips but drinking deeply with the cheers. The fleeing private receives her last sober stare; the doe quickly sneaks a refill to help wash down the grit of her day's work, finally able to relax amongst the festivities instead of organizing them. She takes the liberty, being nearby the badger, to offer her own introduction. "Corporal Sersi Soteria Eleftheria, always at your service," she says. "We saw each other in y' chambers a bi' ago, bu' there was, ah, quite a lot t' take in up there." She sets her mug down to salute.

Tyree's ear perks and twists toward the Badger Lord. His mouth hangs open just slightly. Had he been introspecting loudly again, or was Ciocan really just that amazing? "I, er," he mutters, at a loss for words. "Yes, of course, my lord. Thank you. Please, allow me!" He gestures to everybeast present with his tankard. "Well, you've met most of 'em already." He salutes Sersi as she gets up. "You'll get to know everyone quite well your lordship, I can assure you. There goes Felicity an' Dagda... that's funny, he didn't even spill anything on 'imself. Private Ava's sittin' over yonder. Windrose, one of our runners. An' behind us is Colonel Rahier. He'll be your second-in-command, as it were."

Lifting her cup at her name, Ava gives the badger a cheery smile. "Afternoon sir! Avalon Firedale at your service. I'm a healer. Let me know if you ever stub your toe." Taking another sip once she drops her hand, she ambles over to Sersi to rest at her side.

Rahier smiles at Tyree taking the initiative- it seems like him. The drink is good, of course, and he takes an initial sip as the names rattle off. They're all familiar to him, but the point is introduction to the new Lord. When he senses his name is coming up, he drops the cup down to his navel and tucks his other arm around his back, something that took a lot of practice. The buck, who one could fairly call 'grizzled', at this point, watches the considerably taller animal. "M'lord," he greets, with due respect.

Ciocan smiles at Sersi and bows to her, "It is a pleasure to meet you Corporal, I apologise for the other day the... chamber of the Badger lord has a lot of things in it that were quite over-whelming." he smiles at everyone as they are introduced then stands up and bows to Rahier, "Colonel, it is my pleasure to meet you. I hope we can work together for the benefit of the Western Shore and in time even be friends... I am afraid I have little experience in leading fighting hares so I will be relying on all of you to help me and guide me in the seasons to come and you most of all."

Ah yes, the Lord's chambers. The oversized furniture is a source of constant amusement. "O'course, m'lord," Rah answers, while afterwards venturing a smile. "We'll try not t'letcha muck it up t'much."

Sersi beams at the lord, shaking her head. "Overwhelming, aye, bu' in all my seasons, 've never seen something qui' as beautiful. You're an inspiration, sir- and may fortune bless ye for allowing us t' be part o' your legacy." The doe backs away as other introductions take precedence, and a sudden oversight is brought to her attention. To Ava, she pipes, "Remember when y' offered me 'elp?" She pauses only long enough to take a breath, not waiting on the healer's reponse. "My herbs. I've forgotten t' bring down my fresh herbs f' th' main course! I promised them t' th' cooks. Quickly, now, they've already begun th' preparation."

"Right!" Ava calls out happily as she gives a quick bow to the large badger in a flourish of motion, then turns and scampers off after her friend. The empty cup once downed is passed into a wash bin along the way out as she hurries with her long stride.

Casually late due to a regularly scheduled patrol of the dunes, Lieutenant Atlanton and a handful of younger hares slip into the dining hall, the enlisted beasts branching off to get their share of the food from the last minute feast and catch up with their comrades. The older hare, brushing a clump of sand from the leg of his trousers, picks is way through the clumps of military hares, headed for the other end of the table, where he knows he'll find his superiors and presumably this new badger lord he's heard tell of.

With a little flutter of red hair, Darcy moves from the doorway toward the throng of hares that contains the new Badger Lord and Colonel as they make introductions. A few steps short of them, she pauses alongside Tyree and gives the Major a sidelong smile. "Popping up under th' hubby's arm while he's trying to look gallant and good-postured - yes 'r no?"

Tyree's ear tilts towards Darcy. A little smirk quirks up the corner of his lips. "Oh, yes. Very much yes," he mutters with a private little nod.

Ciocan smiles at Darcy and bows his head to her, "Good day young lady, it is a pleasure to meet you as well." he then spots Atlanton approaching and directs his gaze toward them, "Welcome," he hesitates, reading insignia, "Lieutenant, so many hares to meet."

Windrose smiles as she is in a good mood today.

There's so much coming and going, with the constant shuffle of hares in and out of the dining room- even more than usual- that Rah barely pays any attention to it. Credit to the Badgerlump that he can keep such good track of everything. He no longer finds the 'formal' posture to be so uncomfortable, and has worked on eliminating his slouch.

Atlanton stops just across from Ciocan as he's adressed, throwing a respectful but rather quick salute. "Yessir, Leftenant Atlanton, at y'service." He hesitates for half a second before deciding that the new badger lord has heard more than enough double, triple, and quadruple names today, so he leaves it at his rank and surname, not bothering to tack on anything more. He tilts his head to Tyree and Darcy, tossing another salute their way. "Major."

"Gotta practice m' whisper, I guess," Darcy comments to Tyree after the badger overhears her. Even so, she takes those last steps over and slides herself up Rahier's side and under his arm with practiced ease, curling one arm around the small of his back. The redhead doe presents Ciocan with a beaming smile, while using the other hand to offer a casual salute. "Hullo! Sorry, is this ol' buck of mine bothering you?"

"Maybe his powers of prophecy won't let 'im be surprised," Tyree says to Darcy, with all sincerity. He wouldn't be surprised if that was exactly the case when it comes to Badger Lords. "Atlanton," he says, returning the salute swiftly. "Good to see you down 'ere. Time was I'd roll my eyes at such an' the like, but everyone needs a party once in a while, 'specially us Patrollers. 'Specially for a momentous event like this."

Ciocan says, "Not at all mah'lady, we we're jist gettin acquainted, it is mah honour to meet such a buck as yers." he salutes her back clumsily, "Though all this military 'appenstancing is gonna take some gettin used ta." He offers his salute to Atlanton as well, "Ships tend tah be a bit more informal, though mah sailin days be over now." He leans back into his large chair and stares into his drink, "Colonel Rahier... what is the state of the patrol? The countryside? The portents on the forge are... still unclear to me, most of those I have translated recently seem to deal with things to the East that have now past. I... would like to understand what I am dealing with here.""

Rahier watches Atlanton approach- it gives him a moment to be surprised as Darcy appears. She has a way of popping in, she does. "Y'know 'm n'bother," he protests, though weakly, and of course, the Badger backs him up. As he's hugged, he gives her a smile, and his ear catches the tone of Business, bidding attention. "Oh, ah, its state is good, m'lord," he answers. He retains his light smile as the badger speaks- he's used to the Lords and their... eccentricities. Tossing chicken bones. "Nothin' out o'normal. Plenty o'vermin runnin' about, doin' as their kind does." They tend to ignore things out East unless someone happens to ask for help.

"Still don't think ya've quite learned te let loose 'mongst the rank an' file 'ere, sir, but ah know they appreciate the party," Atlanton responds to Tyree, glancing about at the hares of various ranks eating and drinking around, contributing to the din in the room. "So, ah, what do we know about 'im, this new badger?" the lieutenat asks quietly, turning a little away from Ciocan.

Tyree purses his lips. His ears twist and turn atop his head. "I... can let loose," he says, almost petulantly. "Why, do I look strange? Is my belt too tight? Ears too perky? It's the ears, isn't it?" He fiddles with his uniform, loosening random buckles and tugging on his ears to try and pull them down. "'Not quite learned ta' let loose', feh..." He trails off into a mumble before returning to Atlanton's question. "We know virtually nothin'. He showed up one morning casual as you please, all waves an' smiles. He claimed t' have the dreams, though. An' he entered the Lord's quarters like it was always his home. I have a good feeling about him."

Baatar enters into the dinning room, late..well he did have to clean up a mess he made and then he fell asleep and now he is late! He slips into the room and quiet as he can and quickly sits down in a chair.

"He's jus' being nice," Darcy quips back at Rah. She teasingly tugs at one of the middle buttons of his uniform, pulling it just enough away from his body that the surrounding fabric becomes slightly crinkled when she lets go. "I'll leave you high-up sorts to your talk, but /really/--" She gives the badger a little grin with the last bit, "Rah can be /so/ overbearing, an' /so/ serious. Don't feel bad if you need t' shoo him away." With that she leans up, smooches the Colonel against his jawline, then ducks back out from under his arm and makes her way back over to Tyree and the other buck. Atlanton gets a curious smile and quirked eyebrow from the petite doe. "Aw, Tyree, you've made a friend. You know how proud I am when you manage that."

Atlanton bites off a smile at his superior's fidgeting, "Nah sir, you look just fine. Perfectly loose." He grins, glancing over his shoulder at the new badger lord, giving him an almost reverent appraisal. No matter who they are or where they're from, badgers tend to be due a fair amount of respect, even if the reason is only their great size. "Cor, that there's a blinkin' story." he says, nodding a little to Tyree. "Though I suppose if you trust 'im I do too, Major."

Ciocan says, "Well that sounds good Colonel, thank you... though Vermin on the shore," he frowns, "I guess it is hard to keep them away all the time." he stares into his empty tankard then picks up a large cake and makes it disappear in one gulp, "I just hope I dinnae stumble to much as I be findin' me feet." He looks at Darcy as she speaks, "Aye'll keep tha in mind Miss, though I do nah think I caught yer name just yet, though if I need to shoe the Colonel away I get tha feelin' it'll be 'cause he won't take a day off.""

Baatar watches the badger and whoas softly, he sips some drink he has of his own and nibbles some salad.

"M'glad to hear it, Lieutenant," Tyree says, shrugging his shoulders several times to loosen them up just a little more. Can't be too loose, can we! He spreads his arms at Darcy in a bit of a 'what?' expression. "You say that like it's my first!" he complains. "Wot, do I need t' wear a kilt an' do a dance of the northern hares? Will that convince you all?" He scoffs. "I have *long* since pulled my stick out of the mud, thank you very much. I'll get drunk an' do the tango with anybeast who says otherwise!"

Ciocan snorts at Tyree's words and shakes his head, "Just stay away from mah kilts Lieutenant, aye only packed three o'them! And I think thar be enough material in them ta make you a full outfit."

Rahier is pleased with this perhaps generous estimation of his character on the part of Ciocan, and feels no need to dispute it. Maybe it's the uniform? It's so pressed and neat. Except that Darcy's gone and wrinkled it- he smoothes it with a roll of his hand, giving her a smile as she departs. "Well, ah," he begins again, considering. "There's a bit o' a village a walk north an' th'population is mixed." Rah pulls the smallest face at this, but shrugs lightly. "So we have somethin' of a live and let live policy where that's concerned..." If the vermin will work in the village, there will be some crime. That's the way of things, yes?

Stifling a laugh, Atlanton pulls a mock look of horror, mostly for the benefit of Darcy and a few of the younger recruits whose attention has been drawn to Tyree's raving. "No sir, tha won't be necessary, don't think. We all believe ye."

Baatar chuckles and knocks over his glass, he gasps and quickly picks it up and cleans up the liquid, luckly it was not too close to the badger lord, "s..sorry!"

"Well, if you're offering..." is Darcy's smirking reply to the mention of a kilt. "I doubt bagpipes would be difficult f' you, either, Ty - you've already got the long-winded thing figured out." She gives a glance back at Rahier, keeping tabs on him in case he needs rescuing from his oh-so-official small-talk, then returns her attention to Tyree and Atlanton with that selfsame little grin in place. To the latter she twitches the end of one long ear. "And who're you, then?"

Ciocan chuckles softly then slowly and carefully stands up, "Well if you will all excuse me for a moment, I need another drink." he smiles and bows his head to Rahier, "I will have to look at this village, but if that is the way things are then I am sure I can live with it." he moves off to the other end of the room and the drinks.

"Thomas Francis Atlanton, Leftenant, Major Tyree's patrol," he replies quickly, giving Darcy a respectful, if not entirely elegant bow. The veteran hare rests a paw on his belt easily.

Tyree rolls his eyes. "Might *just* do that, just to give you a surprise," Tyree mutters under his breath. Show up in a kilt and wild tattooes, see if anyone says he isn't loosened up then! "He's a good buck," he tells Darcy. "Glad to have 'im."

Rahier finds his drink has been empty for a few minutes, as well, and this is a perfect opportunity for a refill. His destination is the giant barrel and shortly he ends up lost in the crowd.

Baatar asks, "So " He asks quietly " What all does one need ta do if they want to be a warrior one day wot?"

"You'd think I'd have known that - but, what's this, number three? Four?" With her mouth vaguely curved in a smile, it's hard to tell whether Darcy is joking or not. "Here's hopin' you don't end up decapitated like his las' Lieutenant, sah," she directs to Atlanton. She glances again to Rahier, only to find that he's vanished in search of more booze. "Oh, good, m' mandatory showing-up looks about finished."

A fresh-faced buck just out of officer training might have been turned a little pale by that, but Atlanton just gives Darcy a faint smile, "Do my best ta keep my head, I will." he assures her, before giving Tyree a little nod of gratitude to indicate that he appreciates the vote of confidence bestowed upon him.

"The decapitation only happened that one time!" Tyree says. "Hardly *my* fault." He nods back to Atlanton. "Don't worry, it was completely their fault. I'm sure you won't make the same mistake!"

Baatar frowns, over hearing things is , well its bad as he seems to debate on the whole warrior one day thing, he stands and then faints, yep....nice thing to overhear for a recruit!

Darcy's smile widens fractionally at Atlanton's punny reply, and further still at Tyree's. "Good! Let me tell you, from experience - reattachin' heads is dreadful business f' healers. I oughta invite you sturdy lads over nex' time we've got one on th' table." With that, she excuses herself to go find where Rahier's gotten off to.

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