| Text | - "Why do you tell me this, Gammer?"
- "I hear rumblings, m'[lord/lady], of a boy who sees more than he ought in his dreams... a boy with the sight, like myself."
- "Such a boy is a gift to the old gods and must be protected. Do you know where he lives?"
- "Don't bother me with this foolishness. You know I don't believe in greenseers."
- "If it will keep the boy safe, then I will certainly consider it."
- "Ye know what befalls those who frighten their neighbors. Ye must take the boy in, for his own good... and perhaps your own?" She cackles knowingly.
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