He eyed her and revised his opinion, that cold stare and those hard cheeks would make her remarked anywhere. A dozen! Three shirts for every coat, both linen and silk, with wide sleeves and tight cuffs. To cover it, he rushed at Ba'alzamon. She gave another shiver and rubbed her arms briskly, but her eyes suddenly shone with a purposeful light.
The few Falmen sharing the street with them averted their eyes and gave them a wide berth. Light filled him, blinded him. One of the women gently wiped drool from the corner of his mouth. Geofram Bornhald peered down the village street, sitting his saddle while the legion spread through the small town and surrounded it.
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