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The Ribbon smelled of beef stew, and warm bread. Kerai put a pot of crocuses on the table, and fussed a little with it's placement, wanting deeply to honor the one who was coming.
She wiped her hands on a towel, and smiled at her own nerves. She went back into the main room, resolved to wait calmly for her visitor.
She wiped her hands on a towel, and smiled at her own nerves. She went back into the main room, resolved to wait calmly for her visitor.