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| - "Three sets of travel clothes, her horse Ebony, a week's rations, her saddle and stirrups designed for one-handed use." Groat shrugs, "Approximately."
- Your daughter's plans are hers alone to know. Wherever she went, she kept her own counsel.
- "You don't think anyone would dare lie about seeing her depart, do you?"
- "Jayne had a clear purpose in mind. Search swiftly, but quietly."
- "Scour the holdings for my daughter. If her trail leads beyond my borders, follow it."
- Alvyn shakes his head. "Absolutely not, my [lord/lady]. Jayne is adored by staff and guard alike." Ser Hugo pinches the bridge of his nose and nods gruffly.
- "Groat, is that all's that missing? I'd like an accurate accounting."
- "N-none of the servants saw Jayne depart," says Alvyn. "Nor the guards," fumes Ser Hugo. Groat shrugs, "Yet her travel clothes and horse are gone."
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