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A lean, lithe young ottermaid was hauling a net full of shrimp up the bank of the stream that led into Lake Gaveborziacan when she spotted three figures approaching. Torlan tensed at first, then relaxed when she saw that Skipper was one of the three.
'Ahoy Skipper!' she called. 'Bringin' company fer dinner?'
'That I am, young rip.' Skipper responded as he drew closer to the ottermaid. 'Ye'd best make sure ye've got enough shrimp.'
Torlan, with the net of shrimp slung over her shoulder, performed an otter salute. 'I'll be sure t'do that, Skip. I'd best get this lot back t'the holt so's I can come back fer more.'
Skipper nodded. As the ottermaid departed, he turned to his companions. 'That young'un is Torlan. Bright fer her age, but a little too impudent at times.'
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