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| - "Let me know what aid I can provide. I would help bring justice to her killers."
- "They fall to your foster brother. He was her firstborn, of course. I'll see he doesn't blame you for any of this. You know how he can get sometimes."
- "I was never her favorite. No fosterling could be. But I never doubted her love."
- "I must return Lady Moore to her holdings." The man who taught you your letters smiles sadly. "She loved you, you know, though you were a fosterling."
- "Are her holdings in good order? To whom do they pass?"
- "You're right, it makes no sense. Although... In recent days she seemed terrified of something, but didn't dare speak of it, even to me."
- "This all makes so little sense. Who would want to harm my foster mother, Pello?"
- "You serve my mother well, even after her... Thank you, Pello."
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