Hmmm . . . so, possibly gone south down the Brandywine, eh?
Let me see if I can work with that somehow - maybe Rowan and Prim can find another further clue in Cook's room. 
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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