"I think that is a given," Chez said dryly, "is there are reason they are that angry? Inbred?" He was mulling over what Galain had said though, and glanced back at The'ara.
She was looking at him. She was also standing underneath the mistletoe. Mena had scampered over to the bar and back again, handing the elf a key with a little cardboard tag on it with a scrawled number eight.
"Should I go over there?" It was hard to tell if he was actually asking Galain or talking to himself.
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