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Smiling faintly, Loren nodded. ”I suppose that’s true.” Tilting his head, his brow furrowed and his foot tapped as he considered the Cat Sith problem. "I think Amalia can probably help you with that as well. Or Jiagno, the Provost of the Loreseekers. The Loreseekers' headquarters are just downstairs." Pausing, he waited to see if Delphia had questions.His smile, faint as it was, slipped away. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "Yes. I was thrown in the pit for my troubles, and I'm not sure I'll ever be welcome in the Greatwood." However, he frowned. "But I'm asking less for myself than for everyone else. Wessex made it so that none of us can enter the Greatwood. I'm hoping she'll see reason, and step down, and if that happens I want to know if there's any way to repair the relationship with Delah." His tone came out entirely matter of fact.
A beggar's book
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a noble's blood
