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Bregoware
Hearing Fionn's remark, Sythric smiled slightly to Raedwald.
"Well: some unity and comradeship beginning to appear. Now is it, or am I just dreaming the things I hear? It's a good sign, and a winning horse..."
He smiled more openly and turned to pack his lamb and wine, calling Thydrė with his low whistle. Time to go, and we'll make this!, he thought.
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