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... them. The inn started to wake just a few minutes after their conversation had finished.

Lillia informed them that people were already heading down from their rooms and entering the common room. She, as such, had already started on breakfast — even though she hadn’t budged a foot from where she stood in the basement.

“I’ve sent for Monica,” Lillia said absently. “Rodrick too.”

“Why Rodrick?” Art asked suspiciously.

“Because he’s an expert on this plotty-schemey shi ...

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