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‘Now what are you two sprouts doing here in the shadows?’ A hand, big as a Shire ham, was laid lightly on Taffy’s shoulder. Big and broad as he was, Skirvir had come up quietly behind the two as they peeked out to see what was happening with the fainting man.
‘Looks like they’re taking him off for a rest,’ he went on, offering the children a hand up each. His eyes twinkled in the crackling light of the fireplace as he looked them over. ‘I’ve time for a bit of a story,’ he chuckled, raising a brow at Taffy. ‘That is, if you’ve the time for listening…..what with your sleuthing and such.’
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