Just as Menelien finished her question, Iarwain enters jovially wearing a new bright blue jacket and states in a deep merry voice:
Tis a styrofoam cup, oh fairest of friends,
for hope that thine friendship wilst never find its end.
For in that cup you will ever find,
a good drop of coffee, to soothe your bright mind.
Menelien, more confused than ever, steps away from the blue coated, yellow booted fellow, and steps up to her lord, the Barrow-Wright, to ask him what he is testing...
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