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Chapter 8 There really wasn't anything I could do to help that night. Michelle, Jessica and Andrew knew people in Runde I had never even met, and the same was true of Nilda and Kara in Villmark. Not only did they know their names, but they had enough of a nodding acquaintance with them to not freak anyone out if they asked the first, most basic questions about where they were and what they were doing. Not to mention I was needed at the meeting hall, to help my grandmother transform it into the mead hall. She could do it without me, of course, but when I weighed what use I would be in the first narrowing down of their respective lists versus how much I still had to learn about using and controlling magic from my grandmother, I really only had one choice. So I sent my teams out to canvas