You must be mistaken, Verin said at last. oughts that this was not the way things were supposed to be, that there should be something more to his life. Leashed Ones and Leash Holders. She made a clucking sound as she pushed a battered manuscript aside to set the tray on the table.
Yet the question asks itself; how did one like you come by a chest many lesser lords could not afford? Are you a thief? Fain tugged at his worn, none too clean coat. Even Verin and Serafelle would leap on him the way they would a scarlet adder in a nursery. If they were going to find a place to hide, he wanted to be as far from that door as he could. The guards at the gate wanted our names, and a fellow coming out of the guardhouse gave a jump when he heard Ingtar's name.
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