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Soh the wall, rather eure was clad in oilskins and wore a squall hat like sailors used in foul weather The figure, a woht, was drenched and left puddles with each step she took, her oilskin boots clo on the stone floor

She paused before Itharos and looked up at hi off the rear brim of her hat She stared, and he floated for what see

Itharos drifted to the floor and threw his cowl back, and stretched his arms wide “Boreemadhe, my dear! I am so happy to see you”

The two hugged “It has been a while, hasn’t it?” the newco on the floor, she was very short, almost squat

Itharos put his arht her to Dale “This is Boreee”

“Pleased,” the wouardian of—”

“Don’t tell me,” Dale said “Tower of the Rains”

Boree illusory drops “Yes! Tower of the Rains So nice to be here, where it is dry” She proceeded to peel off her oilskins, which vanished as she dropped the a round elfin face and eyes that creased to crescents when she smiled Underneath her oilskins she wore a fisher woolen skirt “I feel Ibehind my ears”

Itharos checked “No, my dear, you do not”

“Are we the only ones who’ve arrived?” Boreemadhe asked

“So far”

“Then perhaps you can catch me up on what this is all about”

A full tea service appeared on the table, as well as another chair exactly like Itharos’, and the two sat to tea Dale wished it wasn’t just illusion as she wouldn’t ain fill in the aps of history, with occasional comments fro, and she hoped her long absence wasn’t driving him mad

When she finished, Boreerue Off-key, as you will”