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<\/p>\nDagnell trudged up the stairs to the second floor of the Bee and Barb, hoping that her nose and face weren\u2019t still blotchy and red, and grateful for the deep shadows in the inn\u2019s corners.\u00a0 It had taken what felt like forever, as well as the rest of her mead and the one Roggi had left behind, to get herself composed, or at least numbed enough to face other people. If she didn\u2019t get to Maven right away she would be in trouble.\u00a0 I\u2019m not in the mood for more trouble, she thought.\u00a0 Not right now.<\/p>\n
Maven looked up from her papers, the slight frown that seemed to be her natural expression deepening.\u00a0 \u201cThere you are,\u201d she said.\u00a0 \u201cIt took you long enough.\u00a0 I trust you have good news?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dag handed her the note from Sabjorn\u2019s desk.\u00a0 \u201cYes, Mallus is safely in charge and eager to do his job. He probably has got the signs changed over to Black-Briar already. This is what I found in Sabjorn\u2019s desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maven scowled down at the paper. \u201cWell, this doesn\u2019t do me any good. There\u2019s no name, just this odd symbol.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u00a0 I\u2019ve seen that before.\u00a0 It was on the Goldenglow deed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maven tsked.\u00a0 \u201cWell you should get this information to the Thieves Guild right away.\u00a0 They can take care of it. And there\u2019s the matter of your payment.\u00a0 I believe this should suffice.\u201d She handed Dag a bag of coin nearly the size of the one on its way to Kynesgrove with Roggi, then went back to her papers.<\/p>\n
Guess I\u2019ve been dismissed, Dag thought sourly.\u00a0 Well there\u2019s no help for it, I\u2019d best go interrupt Red\u2019s drinking.\u00a0 She clumped down the stairs, catching the attention of the \u00a0Imperial mage who always seemed to be parked by the door. \u00a0He was dark haired, young, good-looking, and always right there. \u201cMy skill in magic is unmatched,\u201d he told her with an attractive smile that revealed perfect teeth, his tone light and pleasant.\u00a0 \u201cLuckily for you, those skills can be bought.\u201d<\/p>\n
Is that so, Dag thought, looking him over.\u00a0 A mercenary. Well he is a handsome thing.\u00a0 Perhaps the next time the Guild sends me out to the hinterlands I\u2019ll look him up.\u00a0 She shook her head. \u201cMaybe another time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you change your mind, you\u2019ll know where to find me,\u201d he said, smiling.<\/p>\n
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Dag didn\u2019t smile back.\u00a0 She was in a foul mood, didn\u2019t know when she might feel like smiling ever again, and was suddenly seized by an unexpected impulse. \u00a0She stomped over to Keerava, bought an ale and slammed it back as fast as she could.\u00a0 Before she had a chance to think about it she repeated the process, then left by the nearest door.<\/p>\n
Her head swam as she stepped out into the marketplace.\u00a0 An early evening thick fog had rolled in off the lake, rendering everything sticky and close.\u00a0 At times like this, the smell of Riften\u2019s lower level tended to waft upstairs, and it hit her full on. Her stomach lurched, threatening to empty itself. Well that was clever of you<\/em>, her other voice told her. Feel better now?<\/em> She leaned over the railing above the canal for a moment, breathing deeply with her eyes closed, listening to Balimund\u2019s hammer.\u00a0 He always worked late, and the sound of his hammering was oddly comforting.<\/p>\n Ale, on top of mead, with no food and a large side of regret, she thought, willing her head to stop spinning, her mouth sour.\u00a0 Not the best idea I\u2019ve ever had.\u00a0 Someday I\u2019ll remember that I\u2019m not the same size as the boys.<\/p>\n There were cats yeowling at each other from somewhere nearby, down in the lower levels of Riften; they went quiet as footsteps clunked along the boardwalk and then receded around the corner.\u00a0 Wait, Dag thought.\u00a0 I can hear that. Dag opened her eyes.\u00a0 Balimund had stopped hammering and was watching her from across the marketplace.\u00a0 His expression never changed.\u00a0 He turned and went back to his work.<\/p>\n Dag found one of the benches alongside the market stalls and sat for awhile in the cool air, waiting to feel a bit more steady and wishing she could quiet her mind.\u00a0 She kept going back to the morning in Nilheim, how contented she\u2019d been waking up next to Roggi. There should have been more mornings.\u00a0 Many more.<\/p>\n And the skooma.\u00a0 It was still being made.\u00a0 There\u2019d been no justice done for her, or Coyle, or Doran, or any of the others. The dealers were dead, and that was the best that could be said about it.<\/p>\n When her stomach and head settled a bit, Dag took the long way around to the Guild, going in through the Ratway.\u00a0 It\u2019s more of a walk, she told herself, even if it smells bad. I could use a little more of a walk before I go in there. Her little voice, though, sneered at her.\u00a0 You\u2019re fine. You just don\u2019t want to go by the Temple. You\u2019re weak.<\/em><\/p>\n Dag walked around the Ragged Flagon, peering into the dim alcoves, searching. Delvin and Vex were arguing about a shipment, and Dirge was looming over some townfolk who had come in for a drink.\u00a0 Brynjolf wasn\u2019t at the bar, but Tonilia was, and Veckel was leaning over it toward her, close, in a way that looked familiar.\u00a0 Interesting.\u00a0 All the beefy muscles in this Guild and Tonilia picked the skinny bartender.<\/em> She looked around again, and frowned. So many people wearing dark leather armor, and not a single one had the familiar bulk she was searching out.<\/p>\n Finally, she stuck her head into the training room.\u00a0 It was very bright compared to other areas of the Guild, and she squinted to keep from tearing up; but in the corner was the silhouette she\u2019d been looking for, topped with hair that shone red even through the glare of torchlight.\u00a0 He was watching a pair of the younger thieves practice with swords against the tightly woven straw dummies, but he looked up and frowned at her as she passed behind them to meet him.<\/p>\n \u201cIt took you long enough, lass,\u201d he grumbled, arms crossed.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t start with me,\u201d she snapped, then groaned at herself. Remember where you are, fool.\u00a0 This is your superior. He has no reason to put up with your crap.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cExcuse me?\u201d There was an unpleasant edge to his voice.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry.\u00a0 I\u2019m \u2026 not in a good mood.\u201d My head is swimming and it\u2019s a wonder how coherent I am, actually. I hope I\u2019m not slurring. But I\u2019m really, really not in a good mood.<\/em><\/p>\n Brynjolf peered at her, examining, then made a small noise that sounded like a not-quite-suppressed snicker. \u201cShall I buy you a drink?\u201d he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.<\/p>\n Her stomach lurched, and she waved him off. \u201cNooooo, no no no.\u00a0 Thanks for the offer, but no. I\u2019m, um, all set.\u201d Can\u2019t put much past him, can I?<\/em> Apparently she was either slurring or weaving, but she couldn\u2019t decide which.\u00a0 Maybe both. It was too much of an effort to try to stay focused. She rubbed her right temple; the headache was already forming. \u201cThat was cruel, by the way.\u201d<\/p>\n He chuckled.\u00a0 \u201cThat good, eh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYep.\u00a0 That good. I kind of took it out on myself, I guess. Foolish.\u201d She couldn\u2019t help but share a grim smile. \u201cSorry I\u2019m so slow getting back.\u00a0 When I left, I had to go north to get my buddy for backup, and it added a day.\u201d<\/p>\n Brynjolf snapped to attention, alarm rising into his eyes.\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d Dag hurried to cut him off, fuming at herself. That was stupid, damn it. Maybe I\u2019m not as coherent as I think.\u00a0<\/em> \u201cHe really had no idea what was going on except that I wanted a little protection on the road.\u201d\u00a0 That was true enough; he really didn\u2019t know. He does now, but that\u2019s another story entirely.\u00a0<\/em> She sighed. \u201cHe and I nearly got taken out a couple of times, and I was lucky to have him with me to patch me up. I did the job and got back here as soon as I could, and in one piece. Which wouldn\u2019t have been the case, if he hadn\u2019t been there.\u201d\u00a0 And that was as true as true could get.<\/p>\n Brynjolf just stared at her, one eyebrow raised.\u00a0 He\u2019s not buying this, she thought.\u00a0 It was stupid of me to mention Roggi. But what business is it of his, anyway?<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cA \u2013 \u2018friend,\u2019 eh?\u201d\u00a0 He crossed his arms again.<\/p>\n She glared at him.\u00a0 What is this, anyway, an inquisition?\u00a0 Someone else had my attention for a few days and you didn\u2019t like that?\u00a0 You couldn\u2019t control me for a few days and that bothers you?\u00a0 Superior be damned.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cIs it so hard to imagine that I have a friend outside of Riften, Red? My life didn\u2019t just suddenly begin when I walked through that gate.\u201d<\/p>\n Brynjolf glowered.\u00a0 \u201cMy name\u2019s \u2026 not \u2026 Red<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd my name isn\u2019t Lass.\u00a0 It\u2019s Dagnell,\u00a0Brynjolf<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n He blinked, and his mouth opened in surprise. He closed it, looking almost contrite, and shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cSorry, lass.\u201d<\/p>\n They stared at each other for a startled moment, Brynjolf\u2019s eyes wide, his mouth in a small, silent \u201coh.\u201d\u00a0 Then he tossed back his head and laughed, a big, hearty, rumbling laugh that took her and everyone else in the room by surprise.\u00a0 \u201cSeems I just can\u2019t help myself,\u201d he chuckled.\u00a0 \u201cIt must be some sort of affliction.\u201d<\/p>\n To her surprise, Dag found herself giggling. Brynjolf\u2019s amusement went all the way up to his bright green eyes.\u00a0 It was a welcome change from their usual coldness.\u00a0 She liked it.<\/p>\n The two young thieves, who had paused in their practice to look at the two of them, smirked at each other, then shrugged and went back to work.\u00a0 Apparently Brynjolf laughing out loud was not something they heard often. And that was a shame; he had a good laugh.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, you\u2019re back now,\u201d he said, still grinning. \u201cWord on the street is that poor Sabjorn\u2019s found himself in Whiterun\u2019s prison.\u00a0 How — unfortunate for him.\u201d\u00a0 His eyes were still twinkling.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd yet very fortunate for Maven.\u201d\u00a0 Dag grinned.\u00a0 She could almost grow to enjoy this playful Brynjolf.\u00a0 No wonder the younger folk in the Guild liked to hang around him; he gave every indication of being capable of fun once in awhile, when he wasn\u2019t being somber and gruff.\u00a0 And annoying.<\/p>\n He smirked.\u00a0 \u201cExactly.\u00a0 Now you\u2019re beginning to see how our little system works.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSpeaking of which, I found this in Sabjorn\u2019s desk,\u201d Dag said, fishing the note out of her pocket and handing it to him. Maven said I should bring it to you. It\u2019s got the same mark on it that we found on the Goldenglow deed.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know who it is, but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Brynjolf read the note, a frown taking his face as he went and deepening when he reached the paragraphs about the Guild. \u201cWell this is beyond coincidence.\u00a0 First Aringoth and now Sabjorn.\u00a0 Someone\u2019s trying to take us down from inside by driving a wedge between Maven and the Guild.\u201d\u00a0 He looked up at Dag and waved the note. \u201cMercer thinks he knows a way to identify this new thorn in our side. He wants to meet with you right away.\u00a0 I\u2019d hurry if I were you; I\u2019ve never seen him so angry before.\u201d\u00a0 He handed the note back to her.<\/p>\n Well by the Eight, why didn\u2019t you tell me this sooner, you idiot?<\/em>\u00a0 We\u2019ve been standing here having a pissing contest and Mercer\u2019s angry.\u00a0<\/em> She didn\u2019t like Mercer, but she didn\u2019t feel like getting on his bad side.\u00a0 She glared at Brynjolf in exasperation and headed into the Cistern, where Mercer leaned over his desk, studying documents.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, there you are,\u201d he said, looking up at her, frowning. \u201cI\u2019ve consulted my contacts regarding the information you recovered from Goldenglow Estate, but nobody can identify the symbol.\u201d<\/p>\n Nice to see you, too, Mercer, Dag thought.\u00a0 How\u2019s the weather been holding up? I hope you\u2019ve been well?\u00a0 I haven\u2019t, thanks for your concern; but by all means, don\u2019t be worried about me. \u00a0She sighed, and handed him the note. \u201cYes.\u00a0 Whoever bought Goldenglow is also behind Honningbrew. The same symbol is on this.\u201d He skimmed it, frowning more.\u00a0 Then he looked up at Dag, everything about him gray and cold.<\/p>\n I wonder if he ever looks like something other than a skeever, she pondered. Does he ever smile, or even just relax? She couldn\u2019t picture the others just hanging around with him for the heck of it, the way they did with Brynjolf.\u00a0 Not a warm man at all.<\/em><\/p>\n He shook his head. \u201cIt would appear that our adversary is trying to take us apart indirectly by angering Maven Black-Briar. Very clever.\u201d<\/p>\n Dag continued to be struck by Mercer\u2019s speech patterns.\u00a0 He was formal, almost awkward, but the words he chose gave him away as a well-educated man.\u00a0 It also made him seem like a real stiff.<\/p>\n Pay attention<\/em>, said her other voice. What did he just say?<\/em>\u00a0 Oh, Dag thought.\u00a0 He said that the person behind Honningbrew was\u2026 Clever? \u00a0I wasn\u2019t expecting that.\u00a0 She tried to focus on Mercer.<\/p>\n \u201cYou admire this person?\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded. \u201cWhoever is doing this is smart, well-funded, and has eluded detection for years now. I\u2019m surprised that it\u2019s reached this point.\u201d\u00a0 He stood back from the desk and crossed his arms. \u201cBut don\u2019t mistake my admiration for complacency. Our nemesis is going to pay dearly. In spite of all their posturing and planning, they\u2019ve made a mistake. The parchment you recovered contains the name Gajul-lei.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh yes, I remember seeing that. He was the agent, right?\u201d<\/p>\n Mercer nodded. \u201cAccording to my information, that\u2019s an old alias for a Guild contact named Gulum-Ei.\u201d\u00a0 His voice dropped so that she barely caught him saying \u201cSlimy bastard.\u201d\u00a0 She was surprised to hear Mercer use such a common insult.\u00a0 He had such an odd habit of speech.\u00a0 Gulum-Ei must really be something to get under his skin.<\/p>\n Gulum-Ei was the Guild\u2019s inside man in the capital city of Solitude, he told her, working with the East Empire Company, and had long been an important asset for the Guild.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m betting he acted as a go-between and can finger the buyer. I want you to go to Solitude.\u00a0 Shake him down for information. Talk to Brynjolf for details. Now get going.\u201d He frowned and went back to his papers.<\/p>\n Guess I\u2019ve been dismissed again, Dag thought. Oh Mercer. Your sweet talking will get you everywhere. She waited until turning away from him before rolling her eyes. No wonder it was Brynjolf\u2019s job to be the public relations man, and not his. Well, if nothing else he was well and truly focused on business. That had to be worth something.<\/p>\n Dag looked around for Brynjolf, wondering yet again how she had gotten herself involved with these people.\u00a0 How did it make any sense whatsoever that this group of professional thieves would send a neophyte to do these important jobs?\u00a0 Did they not have any Guild members stationed in Solitude?\u00a0 She\u2019d never even been there before, only seen it from a distance when J\u2019Hall had waved in its general direction as they trundled down the road in his cart.\u00a0 Or maybe that was the idea; sending someone who wasn\u2019t already known in the city might be an advantage.<\/p>\n Well, she would go to Solitude for them, all right.\u00a0 She was in so deep with them that there was probably no getting out, maybe not ever, unless she ran very fast and very far, and maybe only if she visited the strange woman who was always sitting in the corner of the Flagon, the one who claimed to be able to change your looks, because otherwise they\u2019d track her down. Right now she was in no shape to do any of that, for all sorts of reasons, not the least of which was sheer exhaustion.\u00a0 Maybe she wouldn\u2019t make it.\u00a0 Maybe she\u2019d run into Dardeh again and get eaten by one of his dragons, there was a thought.\u00a0 It really didn\u2019t matter much anymore. Maybe she would take up with him; he seemed like a nice guy. Maybe she would just give up. Maybe she should. Maybe this was the time when she wouldn\u2019t survive.<\/p>\n Brynjolf was in the Flagon, in his usual spot, once she finally located him. She slid in beside him, called Vekel over and bought a flagon of mead.<\/p>\n Brynjolf arched an eyebrow at her.\u00a0 \u201cAre you sure that\u2019s a good idea?\u201d<\/p>\n Dag stared at the flagon and sneered.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure it\u2019s not.\u00a0 But I don\u2019t really care.\u201d\u00a0 I just want not to think right now, if it\u2019s ok with you, Red. I just want to relax, if that is even possible.<\/em> She took a long drink and glared at him.<\/p>\n Brynjolf was studying her.\u00a0 For once he didn\u2019t look angry, or sarcastic, just thoughtful.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was a rough trip, eh?\u201d he asked, quietly enough that Veckel couldn\u2019t hear.<\/p>\n Gods knew Dag wasn\u2019t making much of an effort to hide that fact, but damned if he wasn\u2019t seeing more than she was showing. Or at least more than she hoped she was showing. Dag just nodded.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t quite trust herself to speak.\u00a0 She took another drink and cleared her throat.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, it was. Unexpectedly so. Thanks for asking.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s hard when things go sideways, in my experience.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnyway, I\u2019m supposed to ask you about a guy named Gulum-Ei.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked astonished for just a moment, then made a disgusted noise. \u201cI can\u2019t believe that Gulum-Ei is mixed up in this. That Argonian couldn\u2019t find his tail with both hands. Don\u2019t get me wrong. He could scam a beggar out of his last coin, but he\u2019s no mastermind.\u201d<\/p>\n Brynjolf had a lot of information about Gulum-Ei, and was eager, in his quite obvious anger, to share it.\u00a0 It seemed that Gulum-Ei had access to the East Empire Company\u2019s Solitude shipping operation \u2013 the largest source of goods and money in the Empire. He used to send the Guild substantial amounts of coin by skimming off the top, but that cut had gotten increasingly slim of late. Gulum-Ei said that the flow of goods had dried up, but Brynjolf was convinced that he was lying.<\/p>\n Dag looked at her flagon and took another drink.\u00a0 She listened to him speaking, but her eyes were threatening to close.\u00a0 The last few days had tapped her nearly dry, and it was taking its toll.\u00a0 Brynjolf\u2019s deep, appealing voice seemed to be coming from farther and farther away. She shook her head, trying to clear it, and looked at him.<\/p>\n Brynjolf looked older when he was angry.\u00a0 He probably looked his age, whatever that was.\u00a0 There were deep furrows in his brow, and the narrowing of his eyes emphasized the lines around them.\u00a0 I wonder how old he actually is, Dag thought idly, then forced herself to focus again.\u00a0 A job.\u00a0 I have to focus on the job. Gulum-Ei.<\/p>\n \u201cSo do you think he\u2019ll give me any trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n He sneered.\u00a0 \u201cHe\u2019s a real piece of work, that one.\u00a0 There are thieves, and then there is Gulum-Ei. He has no honor, no code at all.\u00a0 He\u2019d shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time.\u201d<\/p>\n And you have honor, Brynjolf? We have honor? Do we have a code?<\/em><\/p>\n She thought about it some more, as Brynjolf talked more, his voice washing over and past her like waves on the beach.\u00a0 Dag looked up and saw Veckel, whose attention was riveted on Tonilia. Suddenly she remembered Tonilia saying \u201cwelcome to the cozy little family.\u201d\u00a0 She didn\u2019t have family.\u00a0 She\u2019d heard Thrynn talk about being a former bandit, how they were his family until their ringleader ordered him to kill women and children.\u00a0 Rune had no blood family; he\u2019d been adopted as an infant when a fisherman found him washed up on the shore.\u00a0 Niruin had told her that his family had rejected him when he became a thief out of boredom.<\/p>\n She looked at Brynjolf. \u201cWelcome to the family, lass,\u201d he\u2019d said.\u00a0 And \u201cwe take care of our own.\u201d\u00a0 She had thought he was just being pompous. Maybe it wasn\u2019t that.<\/p>\n Maybe that\u2019s what it was.<\/p>\n Her head was full of cotton, though. I can\u2019t figure it out right now, she thought.<\/p>\n Brynjolf hadn\u2019t even noticed that she was drifting.\u00a0 He kept on talking.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re going to have to buy him off; it\u2019s the only way to get to him.\u00a0 If that fails, follow him to find out what he\u2019s up to.\u00a0 His position in the East Empire Company makes him a real asset to the Guild.\u00a0 In case that isn\u2019t clear, it means that we don\u2019t <\/em>want him killed.\u00a0 Just keep on his tail.\u00a0 He\u2019s bound to step in something that he can\u2019t scrape off his boot.\u201d<\/p>\n Dag nodded.\u00a0 Right. Bribe Gulum-Ei.\u00a0<\/em> That made perfect sense, but her eyes were closing and the fog was rolling in.<\/p>\n \u201cBrynjolf?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, lass?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m really, really tired.\u201d<\/p>\n The next thing she was aware of, even through eyes that refused to open, was being carefully laid down on a bed by a pair of very warm, solid arms that felt very good, her hair being gently brushed back from her face, a thin blanket being laid over her.<\/p>\n \u201cRoggi?\u201d<\/p>\n There was a pause.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, lass.\u00a0 It\u2019s Brynjolf.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n The musty smell of the bed told her that yes, she was still in the Guild.\u00a0 She sighed, and felt a tear find its way out from under her eyelid and work a path down her face to the pillow.<\/p>\n As if from a million miles away, she heard voices.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s supposed to be on her way to Solitude.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLeave the lass be, Mercer.\u00a0 She\u2019s been on the road for days, and she\u2019s tired.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe looks more than tired<\/em> to me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe looks<\/em> like someone who got wounded but still finished her job and got back here with the information.\u00a0 Leave the lass be.<\/em>\u00a0 I\u2019ll send her off in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSee that you do.\u00a0 It is vital that we find out what Gulum-Ei knows.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe knows that.\u00a0 Now let her sleep it off.\u201d<\/p>\n Later \u2013 how much later she had no idea \u2013 Dag heard more voices.<\/p>\n \u201cSo, Thrynn.\u201d\u00a0 It was Cynric Endell, one of the junior members.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah?\u201d\u00a0 Thrynn had a low, rough voice with a friendly tone to it.<\/p>\n \u201cYou were a bandit, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, why?\u201d<\/p>\n Dag could almost feel Cynric leering.\u00a0 \u201cIs it true that bandits get real friendly with the — wildlife?\u201d<\/p>\n There was a pause.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re an idiot.\u201d<\/p>\n Dag smiled and went back to sleep.<\/p>\n Dagnell trudged up the stairs to the second floor of the Bee and Barb, hoping that her nose and face weren\u2019t still blotchy and red, and grateful for the deep shadows in the inn\u2019s corners.\u00a0 It had taken what felt like forever, as well as the rest of her mead and the one Roggi had … <\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/baakay.com\/FanFic\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/1-1-24-2.png\")
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