Morris cocks his head to one side and looks at Fonkin curiously, perhaps unused to being so politely addressed by strangers. He caws and hops a little, as if waiting
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Chloe winds her way through the tavern's large stables, dropping half the flowers in Helgass' horse's trough and stopping to feed the rest to Daisy, patting the mule's head lightly as she has seemed somewhat perturbed earlier, but Daisy seemed fine now, she munching away on the fresh greens. Reaching into her pocket, Chloe pulls out her napkin and the enclosed slices of ham and profers a few to Spot in the next stall over, placing them on one side of the feeding dish in the stall
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