"What's In a Name" (part 3)
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Exhaling a deep breath, the blue-haired half-elf slid the teapot back to the spot where he’d whisked it away to avoid Faelyn’s wild knife blow. “You’re quite lucky, lady. Last time someone called her Faye, she buried that knife five fingers deep into the feller’s thigh.”
He refilled her mug. “She and Blorbin are my adopted parents. A nicer and more accommodating pair you’ll never meet, though they each have their own, shall we say, peculiarities.”
“Indeed,” Asteria replied. She couldn’t help but notice that the dwarf beside her was smiling over his tankard. “Something amusing you, master dwarf?”
“Not at all,” Pellanor replied. “I just happened to observe how you avoided that knife even before it could reach you. Good r...
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