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[Anyone happening to be near the outskirts today might be treated to something of an unusual sight; one of the guardian wolves padding into sight, carrying Eleanor by the scruff of her shirt. Both are soaking wet, and Eleanor bears the unmistakable signs of someone taken for a very rough ride. The watchful wolf lays her small, unconscious
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Hello there. My name is Epsilon. It's nice to meet you.
What's your name?
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Countess Eleanor.
[flatly, waiting for this adult to laugh]
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You must be a new arrival. Is there anything I can do for you? [Taking note of the birdcage, she hopes Eleanor hasn't lost a pet, but she doesn't want to ask too many questions, too soon. Newcomers can be disoriented.]
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[she knuckles some water dripping down from her hair out of her eyes, half-turning away.] No.
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What it sounds like.
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[said like NO DUH]
And handle the monthly tributes.
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