Breathing a sigh of relief at the sudden change in the Shirrif's attitude, Thinhyandoiel finally let's herself crawl out from under the keg that she had ducked under at their appearance.
Now wandering aimlessly around the grounds, Thinhyandoiel wonders where the Barrow-Wight actually went and still ponders his mathematical insult.
She starts to hum the first few lines from "Strider Man."
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In gwidh ristennen, i fae narchannen
I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen
Caled veleg, ethuiannen
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