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Anne
Hacking at defenceless plants and brushing away annoying insects every few seconds had been more tiring than what Anne had expected. She was glad to be given a few minutes' pause while Tamora inspected the tracks left by what looked to Anne a large horde of creatures.
Anne relished the thought of being able to walk unhindered along the well-beaten path, and would have probably groaned loudly had Tamora proposed another trek through the jungle.
Anne glanced at the bottle of spirits that was being passed from Lorath, who had not wanted any, to herself. She politely took the offered wineskin and took a generous sip of the liquid to ease her sore throat. At first the taste of the liquid was pleasant, almost sweet, but then the bitter after-taste hit Anne as the liquid slid down her throat.
It wasn't a very strongly bitter taste, but Anne had never liked bitter things. The grimace showing on her face would have been evidence enough for anyone watching. Once the slightly alcoholic beverage was safely down in her stomach, Anne smiled her thanks at Balth and passed the wineskin on to Bas.
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