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| - "See that the drunkards among our guards go on a five-mile march to clear their heads."
- "How fare the guards, Groat?"
- "A number of the guards are a bit sheepish after having been caught showing symptoms of the poisoned wine, my [lady/lord]."
- "From now on, no wine casks shall be tapped without Maester Lucas's approval."
- "My [lady/lord], Rona Grey and I are pursuing investigations of the wine merchants, and Septa Eleanor has been treating those made ill by the strange wine."
- "The smallfolk thought it was their normal wine ration, my [lady/lord]. I can take steps to see that such a mistake isn't repeated."
- "Did we find out how the smallfolk got into the wine, Maester Lucas?"
- "How are the smallfolk recovering from our poison wine, Septa Eleanor?"
- "We may plan a festival to help them forget this debacle."
- Septa Eleanor heaves a sigh. "They mostly fare well, my [lady/lord], though some had quite an ordeal with the visions they were having."
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