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‘Sommerlund?’ answers the innkeeper, quizzically. ‘I’m afraid not, kind sir. Your home must be mor’n six hundred miles from ’ere. It’s rare we gets to hear what’s goin’ on in Varetta and that’s only twenty five miles t’north.’
Hearing the innkeeper mention how far it is to Sommerlund brings a leaden feeling to your stomach. You still have far to go and so little time in which to accomplish your urgent journey. Feeling chastened by the daunting number of miles you must ride, you bid the innkeeper and his daughter goodnight and retire quietly to your room.
