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"Never mind, dear," Gunna said, taking pity on my inability to come up with an answer to that. "I"ll take it. You can put your own things against one of the walls for now. We"ll sort all that out later. We need to get everything inside before it"s dark first." "Okay," I said, and walked past a long, crooked line of benches to set my bags against one of the log pillars. The wood was gorgeously stained, brightening the color and bringing out the patterns in the wood"s grain, but was otherwise unadorned. No Nordic patterns or fanciful carvings of animals here. Talking and laughter drew my attention back to the open doors. Jóra"s youngest three daughters were coming in, each with a great round sack in her arms. The aroma of fresh bread was so strong I could smell it even halfway down the hal