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Ruthven grinned at Falco's challenge.
"Here's your proof," she puffed as she sent several smoke rings in Falco's direction. "You're needing me to show you how, is that it, halfling?"
For her part, Bethberry moved her chair slightly away from the duelling pipes, the smoke of which always made her eyes sore. She too took a long sip of her ale and looked pensive at Eodwine's news. The table was silent for a bit. Then she addressed the former messenger.
"The King can be mercurial sometimes, yet such news is not all to the ill, is it Eodwine? There might well be good reason for a family man to be settling down now in town, no?"
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