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... s excitedly, perched beside Pip as her legs swing beneath the table. "Ten, no... twelve! Twelve warriors collapsed in a single night! Pip was a golden blur! A pleasure hurricane!"
Maribelle blinks. "A what?"
The inn's common room is filled with the scent of toasted barley bread, citrus preserves, and fresh honey-thistle tea. Morning sun pours in through the wide windows, catching on Pip's polished frame and Penelo's bouncing ears as the team gathers around a large round table. ...
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