Lyra, I would assume that Iswyn would be involved in the chaos that ensues with Hamish's delivery of the fowl. I can work with what you actually give me on the inn thread, or you can contact me (still no pms) at sophia@barrowdowns.com
Sophia
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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