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"Knowledge?" Doe asked, leaning closer and cupping her ears toward the aging shewolf. "What knowledge?" Knowledge was good. She'd taken pity on the woman already, had been willing to offer assylumn for the last days of her life, but for knowledge, Doe might pay any number of prices. She thought of Mannoah's death and the terrible way in which Skellige's children had been ripped into existence. What she would have given for knowledge on that day...

"Speak, mother - knowledge of what? What must you do?" Doe urged, growing impatient enough to begin her grooming anew. Her tongue and teeth sought the muck around the elder's ears, gentle but thorough in their quest to clear the filth away.