The man was unfamiliar in shape but by feel he was one of her own. She considered the descriptions her spies had returned to her of the children and knew who she was speaking to. "Eilítillsormr," was how she greeted him. Little snake, that old childhood term of endearment for a snake that had never been all that little even when he was born.
"You look very strange," she informed with with a small amount of amusement.
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