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Approaching the throne room, Anariel paused momentarily, listening to the voices from inside. She hadn't realized that Coridal had returned. Good. Anariel and Varla-Nal would be able to tell him about the pregnancy.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and entered the room. A gentle smile on her lips, her hair left hanging free, Anariel looked unusually relaxed. It was rare to see her in such a state outside of her chambers, but refreshing to see the Ara without the pomp of the courtly jewelry she is usually expected to wear.

Entering the room, she immediately realized that something wasn't quite right. And then she saw her. The pink elf. She must be the Wandering  Ehlnofey. Anariel instinctively covered her stomach and looked at her husband and brother-in-law with an arched eyebrow.

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Celemaira nodded and the two headed inside the inn. With exception of a couple of tradesmen at the bar of inn, the place was rather deserted. It looked somewhat eerie, but their focus was directed at finding the innkeeper.