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Faramund
A stranger approached him in the stables. Faramund was about to ignore him but there was an urgency in the young man that made him curious. The stranger came close and started speaking in low and intense tones.
"Lord Faramund, may I have a word with you?"
The youth looked familiar but Faramund couldn't place him. A stranger, he was probably not from nearby. Scarburg?
"Be quick! What is your business?"
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