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 | | Perhaps their supply of candies will thus fail..." Dinlas shakes his head and seats himself at the table of Elladan, a moment after the other twin arrives. |
| | I shall not be long gone." Dinlas turns his head and gapes at the dog as it bounds in, "A dog! |
| | Your counsel I greatly desire, and your knowledge of the current situation in the mountains." Dinlas clears his throat and bites down quietly into one of the pastries in line. |
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