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“Between ourselves, I think they rather over-reacted,” said Quin. Léof looked up at him, feeling somehow lighter inside than he had all afternoon. Quin continued, “I would men like Scyrr did not speak so much. They make life so much more difficult.”
At this, Léof broke out into a wide grin. “They do!” He had half-expected more of an argument from Quin when next they spoke, but instead he had found him more of an ally – a friend – than he had dared to hope. “Here, sit down,” said Léof, indicating the empty seat beside him. As Quin sat, Rowenna came around with drinks.
“Cheers, Rowenna!” said Léof, taking a tankard.
"Be sure to wave to me when you're ready for more, men of Scarburg!" she said.
Léof lifted his mug to Quin. “To friendship," he said, "and to not caring about what those proud and over-sensitive louts think.”
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