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LADY GALADRIA(She strides through the streets of Tarashia. People make way for her, for a large, armored figure with a scowl on her face, such as she now habitually bears, with a very long sword at her side, is intimidating at the best of times.) "Not at all, Isaura, we shall work with what we can. But, Sir Bors is a politician, to his fingertips. He knows well what will fire the young and restless to desert their plow and join your banner. Certainly, you are made for drawing the romantic young, but I cannot but agree that two would be better." (She shrugs) "Ill not worry about it, for the past is past, the future unmade, and all a woman can do is strive her utmost in the present. Ah, here we are." She pauses before the door of a handsome inn, with the designated sign. They plunge into the crowd listening to a spare, elderly but still spry, man, wearing a beret and rather longish curled hair. This was the famous Blondin, the Chief Harper of the Guild in Tarashia.)
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