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Zelda walks in through the door and flops down in one of the armchairs by the fire. She had spent the day presiding over court, and she had forgotten how many things needed settling.
She spreads some documents out on the table, and begins looking over a few of the ledger entries from the past few weeks. A waitrat wanders by and she orders a pot of tea and a few small sandwiches.
Anyone care for some distracting conversation, and perhaps some tea?
She spreads some documents out on the table, and begins looking over a few of the ledger entries from the past few weeks. A waitrat wanders by and she orders a pot of tea and a few small sandwiches.
Anyone care for some distracting conversation, and perhaps some tea?