The sun poured in threw the kitchen window, as I stood at the sink washing berries for mother. I stared longingly at the fresh, green grass, I wanted to be out there, running free. I hated being stuck inside, "Where is Artemis running off too? He can’t be done with all his chores all ready."
"Arbellason, good day to you," Beinion called brightly from the craved wooden trail. "How are you this fine morning?"
"Beinion, good sir, I am just fine," Arbellason said in reply. "How about yourself?"
"I’m quite well, my friend, but I have come to ask a small favor," said Beinion, as he walked closer to where Arbellason was standing.
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