Having appeared from nowhere, young Midge and his uncontrolled mop of hair slides easily next to Greycane. "I've a message for you from High Lord Davenish himself. Got up extra early too to be sure I was the one that got to give it to you. I'd rather be waking than the dreams I was having last night. He wants you at the palace. I have a chance to prove myself to a new and rich client so do me right and show him that I got to you straight away. Oh, and that'll be 1 iron for the runner," he says innocently holding out his palm.

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