*hands him the revision memo*
Actually, Mithadan, we're on the fourth, possibly the fifth draft.
You are alive and really should get out of bed soon - I see Idril has okayed you for return to 'light duty'. That puts you on the dishwashing crew in the improvised cooking yard on the isle.
*hands him an apron and a sponge*
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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