As he looked though the pages he took up a quill and started makingnotes. Everydish had been lovingly fussed over by the ever-industrious Shawna the Short like her life haddepended on it. “How soon can the Black Ships sail?”Wigg placed his gnarled hands flat on the table. We need help—help that onlyyou or Shailiha can grant us.
He soonproduced a parchment, an inkwell, and a quill. The shrew immediately snarled, louder this time. You be careful how you talk, wil you?Take the horse to the barn and unhitch. She also knew how Shawna ruled the roost over herhenpecked husband.
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