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"it comes and it goes," he told arielle gently. "you will hear it too, ashlar. one day." 
merrick's spirits were not diminished. he swept his tail in a wide arc.
"did you know that there is a singer among us?" he asked of the aspiring medic. "a bard." mismatched gaze falling to ashlar now. "and she works with herbs. perhaps you two should find a way to pass the next hours together."
was any suggestion from merrick less than an order?