Valeria lets the tales of the others wash over her. She feels a strange bond with these people, as if the pain in their pasts somehow unites them. As she refills some of the mugs that were beginning to grow empty, she recalls how short Derakis's story was and cannot help but wonder if he was hiding something. Then her eyes fall on her ring and smiles wryly to herself.
If indeed he left out something, he was not the only one.
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Ónen i-Estel edain, ú-chebin estel anim.
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