{The Haklarans, for so they are called, are my creations. I am ashamed of myself yet pleased that I'm not insane.}
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"You realise I haven't even tasted the food you brought?" Sharen said as he followed Narene out of the study. The tea was still steaming—a special delicacy in Dydil, he'd come to understand.
Narene smiled. "You can get enough food on the way. The islanders will be glad to have you eat over."
He thought about and shrugged. "I think that will do."
He closed the door and they walked to the living room. Narene went to her room to grab her pouch of nugget. It surprised Sharen that she'd even leave it behind but he knew she probably kept her Kly close by.
"You're going out?" Fryssel asked. He was sitting on a chair by the window, his fur coat loosened up a bit since the room was hot enough due to the burning fire.
