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Mayor Dink approached Willow with two local faces at his shoulders. To his left was Joy Clemens, a young woman with dark, braided hair who had been operating the local library. To his right, Mark Hannover, a bespectacled man in his late 30's who ran a vineyard south of town. The library had actually cleaned up quite nicely under Joy's care, with many new residents having donated some more modern books to its humble collection. The winery seemed to be coming along well, rumors abound that Mark would soon be producing his own wine to sell.

"I called in the reinforcements," Dink said, "that is, if you don't mind. You and your grandmother looked like you could use some time to mingle, and we'd all like to lend a hand."

The pair behind him smiled with rosy cheeks and nodded in agreement. They'd been among the first to come, and had well settled into the evening by now. That is to say, they seemed a little tipsy. But Dink was sober with only a beer under his belt, and the two were functional at the very least.