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| - "Lord Devan and Lady Jayne will help find your missing, Gott. But you must be patient."
- "My origins are of no import here. What are your troubles?"
- The farmer's face softens. "Me wife never came back from the fields. Like me neighbor Cobb's daughter, the butcher's boy, Old Ann's husband..."
- "The Turners are quite useless, but I'm not. I'll find your wayward wife easily."
- "Your wife left you and the others ran off. These are your burdens, not ours. Begone."
- "Quite right," Devan says. "Show some respect, man!" Gott rolls his eyes. "Me wife and the hundred others gone... where's respect for them?"
- The farmer looks wary. "All I know is you're a fine [lady/lord], like the fine Lord Devan and his finer father. You won't help find me wife and the others."
- "Insult my foster family again, and you'll be swinging from a rope. Right, Lord Turner?"
- You sit alongside Devan and Jayne as a scowling farmer enters. "A [lady/lord] raised by one lord now sits by another. Do none of you look to your people?"
- "Do you peasants understand nothing? Fosterlings do not always go willingly."
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