"No one native to this place then?" he asks, looking around. He can't help but think of Maragor, empty as it was, the remnants of towns and villages left behind as they walked through.
"I don't suppose you've seen a black haired woman with a streak in her hair. Or a red haired woman with two children? Perhaps a grey bearded older man?"
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"I don't suppose you've seen a black haired woman with a streak in her hair. Or a red haired woman with two children? Perhaps a grey bearded older man?"