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Scyld was content to sit and listen to the others speculate about their visitor. It was interesting, certainly, but not in a sort of way that was likely to affect him directly. Nor was it his way to sit fawning over a person, be it king or commoner – or Elf.
Movement near the fire caught his eye and he saw Rowenna standing up. Funny – until that moment he had not even realized that she sat near the Elf. That was the sort of thing he ought to have noticed.
His gaze followed her until she disappeared into the kitchen for a few moments. Then she made her way over to their table and said, “Good morning, men. What do you think of our guest?"
Evidently, Scyld mused, the Elf was interesting enough to make her forget or disregard the poor ending to their conversation last night. That was fine with him.
“Not having met him, I can hardly think anything of him save to wonder why he is here,” Scyld replied. “But you were sitting near him; perhaps you ought to tell us your thoughts instead.”
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