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Blowing on red fingers, Eustace enters from the lake, bow and quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. It's getting darker outside, and colder, as it draws on towards winter. It hasn't stopped Eustace's archery practice yet, but it's getting there.
He orders tea from the Bar, claims a table, and sets about some maintenance for the bow and arrows
He orders tea from the Bar, claims a table, and sets about some maintenance for the bow and arrows