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Lyulfe interrupted Skye before the slightly tipsy half-elf could say anything. He huffed, a bit of smoke blowing into Ursula's face, causing her to break into a spasm of coughing. "She's my companion, who in her drunken stupor likes to talk to many strangers, whether it is for her benefit we do not know," he said wryly. He stood up, glancing at Tancred. "It was nice speaking to a knight. It isn't often that I can talk to one without being speared first," the dragon said dryly, then pulled Skye to her feet. "Come along, we must find your room at St. George's Inn," he told her, leading her away into the crowd. Luckily Skye had caught on enough to keep her mouth shut, and obediently let herself be herded away. "Maybe I'll run into you again sometime, Sir Knight," she called cheerfully over her shoulder to Tancred. Lyulfe only hoped that either Tancred or Karnas would be able to explain more indepth later...
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