Ingtar looked a little dazed. Daughter of the Night, she walks again. He left me the inn, and his brother the money, when I was sure it would be the other way round. You take the glory, boy.
The back of his head was smashed in, and his eyes still bulged with the force of the blow. Rand's hands were pressing the tabletop so hard that his knuckles were white, but his voice was steady. The Shienaran barked a laugh. I just don't know.
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