The hall hushed as the doors swung wide and a cloaked man strode forth. Edith laid a hand upon her son’s arm. Edith: “Thou enterest unbidden. Few dare such without call.” Stranger: bowing “My lady, I bear tidings… and an offer.” Edith: “Tidings may bless or betray. Which bringest thou?” Stranger: “That rests on whether I stand as friend—or foe.” Edith: “Then guard thy tongue well, for trust is dearer than gold.”
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