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Yarrow looked around the room with interest, but she hid her awe under a smooth mask. Yarrow noted the tapestry depiction of the Goddess Carmelya and marveled at it's beauty. It had been left half-open and Yarrow could sense the fresh air. A single guard stood by the left doorframe with the same uniform that the others had been. Yarrow hoped that he was experienced with his sword for the Thane was an important person.
"Serale M'lady, M'lord," Yarrow glanced toward the voice. She was a happy looking elf with a rather large smile on her face. "Is everything in order and ready to enter the dinning hall? His Grace is waiting for you there, as dinner is ready." Yarrow smiled back and nodded her head.
"Yes, of course." She told the elf and glanced over at Rhys. I hope you remember your manners. Yarrow almost jumped and if she didn't have her mask on she would have looked shocked. It had been a while since one of the voices had talked to her unbidden. I will deal with you later. She growled back inside her head.
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Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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