In her nice, cool banquet hall which was now mostly empty, Foliana stood at one of the glass windows and stared out at the mock battlefield. It was swollen with people, over half of whom were onlookers fighting for room. Someone coughed behind her. Peclir came forward and Foliana turned. She had a muffin in her hands. It was several days old and stale as a rock. The [Chamberlain] eyed it but made no comment.
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