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Falco
Once lady Wynflaed's back was seen to disappear through the door, and a few more seconds passed, Falco cleared his throat.
"Seeing, my dear Lady Saeryn, as the new Lady is now gone from this dining hall, you can tell me your true mind, eh?" He glanced at the others. "And that goes for the rest of you too, I wager."
He picked up his tankard and took a pull, eyeing one after another over the wide brim. News there was, and he knew he'd have it from them soon.
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