7- A Homely Servant
A homely servant carrying a tray of goblets walked down a dark corridor. In one hand she held a small oil lamp with a skin screen. I asked where Lady Harlen’s room was. She jumped when I spoke. The tray of goblets fell to the floor, spilling wine and shattered crystal.
“Oh no!” she said. “Oh, Gods no! Magician, you startled me, coming …
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