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Jeanne nodded at his question before setting down the book so that her hand was free to shake his. "Nice to meet you," she said while eyeing his hair. It was the same color as the old man's, but Michael seemed to be fairly young. She made a mental note to figure out why.

Surprised by Shealtiel's next words, she nodded. "Yes, I was named after her." Jeanne stopped talking just as her mead was served, and she took a sip with caution. To her surprise it was actually quite pleasant, and she took another.