I sigh and lean over the against the wooden railing that separates the balcony of the Golden Hall Meduseld, and a 10 foot drop to a hard stony terrace. I can still hear the shouts of merriment and drunkenness of the feast goers and courtiers returning to their accommodations after the long day of feasting. Behind me, a board creeks. I expect it to be my brother, Haleth, but the step pattern is irregular, so I glance back around behind me to see the newcomer.
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