“The three of them, all in Bree” the Ranger thought to herself wickedly. “It’s time to make them uncomfortable again,” she mused, and the prospect made her mouth curl onto what could be called a smile. She ducked into what passed for a tavern, nodding to Butterbur in recognition.
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