Garahel pants happily at the ear-scratching, wagging up a storm. Inessa nods, casting a glance around at the carriages, footmen and guards. "That's a shame, Garahel would love his company. I'm only able to get away with having him here while I attend to patrolling. You're welcome to join us if you please, though we can spare a moment to linger regardless."
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