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The fire hissed and crackled along the log. Old Goody rocked back and forth on her chair, not seeming to hear the ruckus going on in the back courtyard. She raised her head at the sound of Willem’s voice. Her brow furrowed as she considered the question, turning her ear to hear what was troubling the Halfling.
‘Seems trouble is heading this way, Willem. What it is I can’t say. Get Carr in here and anyone else in the Green Man. We’d better make the place fast against coming danger.’
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