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Éomeléo just sat there, beside a big fallen tree, with a glum expression on his face. It wasn't that he'd miscalculated his direction, and had all but relinquished any hope of reaching the treasure first (unless the other competitors had been killed on the way?) He was lonesome tonight. He had been taking Valesseka's company for granted, but out here in the wilderness, completely by himself, Éomeléo realised the error of his ways, and cursed his tendency to keep all his thoughts to himself. He wondered if he would ever see her again.
Then an owl came and sat on a tree-stump a few feet away, and it amused Éomeléo no end, because he loved owls. It made him happier.
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