[Across from her, Fitcher has laced her fingers together and now sets her chin there on the cradle they form. And she waits, patient and without interruption, as the girl conducts her rigorous self serious examination. She's a small little thing, isn't she? All sinew and narrow as a knife is. Nevarran, she would guess by the sound of her and maybe even by the pitch color of her hair.
Eventually, she finally says,]
Would you like to know a secret about these cards in particular?
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Eventually, she finally says,]
Would you like to know a secret about these cards in particular?