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OOC>> Yes dear, they are talking of you. IC>
ELIZA (She glares again at the beast, who is still speaking to Blandamour, then turns her attention to Verloren.) "Hello, I am Eliza, Sir Blandamour's esquire. Your mother - Queen Margot, is it not? - asked me to look after you, but it doesn't seem to me that you needed much looking after. I don't think it really sunk in on her that you were a dragon's captive, chained to the wall. Wasn't it horribly cold? I have a spare cloak, here, and a flask of brandy."
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