When they had ordered, and the waiter had departed, Sornnn's eyes grew dark and serious. He wished he could ask Malistra for advice, or maybe aspell-casting to set him on the right path. Loyalty, not sentiment, drove them. That is the point, Riane said.
Above, a cloudless sky of purple-blue. They were now in a plaza she could notremember crossing on her way to the cenote. Many deaths discounted. Asand-laced wind reached them, scouring from out of the Great Voorg to the southeast, obliging them towrap their sinschals tighter around their faces.
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