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The Bear of Eastmarch studied the diminutive woman before him. She was obviously of good Nord stock, with fine blond hair, light skin and fine, chisled features. Of a noble house or he was no judge. He lifted a hand and tilted her chin up and was surprised to see green eyes, not blue, returning his gaze.

"I know the nobles in my City," he said. "I don't know you."