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(The moons have risen further)

X: So-- what was it?

(Three large tables are set up in the central area. Many villagers mill around. Food is brought out to the tables, and fires glow brightly around the area. Navichet sits at a table with her back to the central fireplace. Gallot approaches her)

GALLOT: Honeyed bread-- made by my bond, Tilal, our natural philosopher.

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