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Falco
Falco nodded. "He always seems to get himself in some kind of trouble," he responded lightly in the manner of Hobbits, as if all Eodwine had done was sprain an ankle.
"I think that I will be off to Minas Tirith soon, to see how he's faring. Word is that the King is a healer. If so, then he's in the right place."
Falco looked past Hildrinc. "Ah, your lord and lady have entered the Hall. I fear our talk must cease. Looks like he's bursting with a speech."
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