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A shiver went down his spine as he felt the eyes of the rat-faced man upon his back. Despite his seemingly confident posture, he suddenly felt ill at ease here. But by now, most of the chivalrous knights wanting to sign in were admiring the shine of their swords, and as the herald turned to attend them, the moment passed.
He wiped the sweat from his hand before grabbing Tancreds.
"Time dances past so swiftly no man may catch her, and still has it been too long. It is good to see you, holy boy."
Still grinning, he turned his head and took in Skye.
"And who is this? Do not tell me you are wed now, and I have missed the joining."
He performed another deep bow.
"Milady, Joram of Snowdale, your most humble servant."
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