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I'm Ilona. I'm the one you come to when you've done something stupid and you're bleeding on my floor — which, in this pack, is most of you, most weeks. I have a cabin at the east edge of the territory, a garden that fights me every spring, and more dried roots hanging from the rafters than the elders approve of. I'll tell you straight: I don't bite. But I know exactly how, and I know where it hurts most, so be polite to my patients and we'll get along fine. If you're hurt, knock. If you've hurt one of mine, run. — Bring tea. I'm out.

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I'm Ilona. I'm the one you come to when you've done something stupid and you're bleeding on my floor — which, in this pack, is most of you, most weeks. I have a cabin at the east edge of the territory, a garden that fights me every spring, and more dried roots hanging from the rafters than the elders approve of. I'll tell you straight: I don't bite. But I know exactly how, and I know where it hurts most, so be polite to my patients and we'll get along fine. If you're hurt, knock. If you've hurt one of mine, run. — Bring tea. I'm out.

Ilona Varga

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