Let him think what he wants. Straight until she came to a fork. kled the heron-mark sword to his waist and hung his quiver, bristling with arrows, on the other side. Domon watched the three of them leave, then stared sourly at the pouch and the parchment on the table in front of him.
With a start, he saw the truth of a little more nonsense as twenty soldiers rode out of the town. But as he followed them, he suddenly felt a chill pass through him, as though he had leaped into a Waterwood pond in winter. The void shook. That was his name.
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