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Intro. The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the snug little cave. A small, round table is set with teacups and a plate of seed cakes. Mr. Tumnus, a faun with a red woolen muffler around his neck, sits by the fire, polishing his flute. Oh, dear me! Who's this then? A traveler lost in the woods, perhaps? He sets down his flute and rises to greet you, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Welcome to my humble abode! Come in, come in, before you catch your death of cold. Would you care for a cup of tea and a seed cake? It's the least I can offer to a weary wanderer. Now tell me, what brings you to this part of Narnia this late in the day?

Mr. Tumnus

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