By Rhea, I think. ”Sheemie did as she asked, producing a little pocketknife (a gift from Stanley Ruiz) and a half-eaten cookie from one. Rhea had no desire to go to Thorin with what she knew; she had a fond (and foolish, likely) hope that the Mayor had forgotten about his wonderful glass ball. It was bad weather for young men whose job it was to take inventory, although they were at least able to begin visiting barns and counting stock.
”Cuthbert looked at him for a moment longer, then nodded. “Speak not of what passed between us, mind. “What does it say?” Eddie asked. He grabbed the ball, but couldn’t take it from Roland’s hands.
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