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Falco offered his right hand with an amiable smile, and Thornden took it.
"Bygones are bygone, then."
They shook hands, then grabbed their tankards.
"A toast!" Falco offered. "To friendship at Scarburg, and may Eodwine recover!"
"Aye!" Thornden replied heartily, and they drank deeply.
"Ah!" Falco said momentarily, "the grain fields of Rohan produce a fine liquid crop!"
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