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(...belkar...wtf?)
//Adelaida//
The mead is rich and warm - honey mead, from the north coast. Adelaida doesn't drink much, but on the days she does, it's usually this stuff. Making her way over to the fire crackling in the hearth, she takes a long sip and sits down, nodding to the tired traveller who'd entered just moments before.
"Long day, I'd gather? Me too."
She smiled warmly at the other, curling her legs up into the wooden chair.
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