Someone will come soon to show you the way. Forgive me if I overstep myself, my Lord, but I think I can speak freely to a lord who lets his man speak up. I will show you to the Waygate myself. sung wood: See Treesinger.
Believe, High Lord. One is how you vanished from Ingtar's camp without a trace. He gestured to the squarish shape on his packhorse, still wrapped in the huge, striped blanket in which his people had found it. ' Then he starts talking about drafts and shoals and lee shores.
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