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An alarum spreads.

Svart-elves come out of their houses and their smithies. They stop their farming. They turn and they look at Vaenwode as the man runs past. But they are not, it would seem, a sociable people; or not a xenophobic one; or, perhaps, they simply trust that Hans can manage his own affairs.

One svart-girl whistles, sharply, to attract attention; other than that, they do not mark or obstruct his path.

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