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[sure enough, by the time haurchefant arrives, francel is outside, freezing his little ears off (although he's really not as little as he used to be) as he waits by haldrath's march as promised.
is he dressed for their little excursion? it's impossible to tell, given that the young lord has wrapped himself in a long cloak of plain linen fabric to shield himself from the cold — but then he raises his arm in greeting, and he is, at the least, certainly not wearing his usual heavily-ornamented bliaud beneath. he waves and smiles.]Haurchefant! There you are!
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