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I will examine the gate of Firrha as I go nearer, considering the reasons for my approach.
I reach over my shoulder, softly petting Mina’s little head, and shift my step to try and soothe her. I could tell them I am a hunter gone astray after a storm… or perhaps a refugee. It’s not entirely untrue.
“Tam…nis. Tamnis, of Pinghast.”
“Thank you,” I say, quietly, and begin my search for a place to stay the night.
I check to see how Mina is doing.
I’ll take a look at the ube and see what else is around.
“I’ll take two, please.”
I shift a little so that Mina can see him. "Wanna say hello?" I ask her adorable tiny self.












