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Allysa turned back to look at him as she tugged open the door. "Sure.  Back in a minute."

As soon as I get rip, roaring drunk.  She had to be losing her mind.

She paid for a couple meads at the bar, snatched a loaf of bread off a table and walked around the outer circle toward the smithy. Brandon had been at work for hours. Sweat dripped down his face and he was covered with little shavings from the leather he'd been working.

"Here," she handed an uncorked bottle to him. "How's it coming?"