Mistress Innkeeper
I hope you won't mind if we move the time of day forward a little while you are gone. So that Will can be delivered his lunch and maybe so Tollers and the scruffy Jack can go fishing if they want to.
What say you?
~ U
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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