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"Hmm... I wonder about that girl sometimes. She's shy as a doe and twice as fast. I'm worried once she leaves Ravenwood she's gonna get her heart broken by some younger version of us." He winked at his friend, then turned his gaze distantly to the stars. "I don't think you ought to worry about that though. If anything Chani'll spoil that boy to death... You tried her lembas yet?" He looked back at his friend. "MmmmMmmm! Best damn thing I've ever eaten. Seven hundred fifty years of stuffing my face..."
A sudden, finally realized wave of fatigue washed over Chani as she stepped into the Fox's Den. With a mighty yawn, she leaned against Deiter, rubbing at her eyes and surveying the tavern quickly. She bit her lower lip, not seeing Arrakis, Mistral, or Larry. She shrugged though, being too tired to over think the situation. Arrakis was probably at home, and Larry and Mistral had probably gone upstairs and bedded down for the night. She yawned again then looked up at Deiter sleepily but happily. "What's the plan...?"
Arrakis was beginning to choke on his own blood when another shock of pain wretched through him. The sword, belonging to Mistral, was having a reverse effect on him and killing him even faster. Gathering all the strength in his disciplined muscles, Arrakis concentrated and tossed the blade aside. It skillfully spiraled through the air and imbedded itself in the doorframe. Staggering to get up, he then ran out of the home, bleeding and coughing, making his way for the woods.
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