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Elempi stared at the dark haired woman who had sat beside him. He seemed to recognize her from the Downs, one special corner of them. He searched his mind. He thought of a big, lumbering, blonde and bearded Eorling smith, a tongue tied and bashful man. Harreld. Such fond memories, writing for Harreld. He remembered now.
"Lhuna!" He whispered. "It's you! It's great to see you here! You wrote for Ginna! That was fun."
Elempi stopped being quiet, completely taken up in fond memories of hijinks and hilarity that the two of them had co-written.
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