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Fremea wonders if there really is any need to be here, as the dwarf drones on and on about all the land stuff. She does think that there could be a point to some of this, then he goes on again to another place. So boring. Then he mentions the Fae and she does
listen a bit more closely, she always thought there had to be more places, but she was not given that during her 'training'. Then he moves on again, and she just starts to look around the large library. She thinks of the library at home, and wonders how Kaylle
is. Her face softens as she thinks of him, and hopes to see him again soon, maybe for another dinner or lesson. She sighs.<br>
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Then Fremea notices the weird human looking at her again, and she tenses some. Why does this being stare? If they weren't guests in the place she would just ask, in her own way. Showing her smile, not smile at that to the human. Ugh! Etain and Awarn! Why did
they teach her to behave in other company this way, to wait for the right opportunity and to be respectful?! She shivers a slightly, realizing that they are done with the information and the dwarf is getting a bit weird, something Awarn said. Of course he
did. They are asked to go with the other dwarf, these ones all look a bit the same to her again, only no beards, still so weird.<br>
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They are finally brought in the dwarf court, not sure what that is called here, and still these humans are with them too. Why? Gods, she needs to be able to fly around and think, maybe she could come up with what is going on. As they enter the court, her hand
goes to the dagger, sensing more tension than before, she looks around wondering what is about to happen and prepares to do what she was trained for. Then the tension is released as the other dwarf tells the guards to leave and for the party to sit. She calms
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The dwarf tells them the king is missing and asks for their help. Damn, why don't they just pick a new one and be done with it. Not like royalty really is all the important. They always seem to make dumb decisions. A flash of the scene on the roof of the library
pops in her head of being bowed to and called Queen. She shakes her head. "Fine, let's just go find this king of yours." Under her breath, 'not like it seems to matter.' "Though one question, I understand why our group is here, I am not clear on why them?"
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