Find these men something to dry themselves on from the houses, Uno. Yes, my Lord. We did not mean to listen to anything we should not have, but we did overhear. Occasional fragments of music drifted out, from the servants below or from those entertaining their masters above.
Together, with Mat and Perrin and the Shienarans. Idly he wondered whether the servants would have to be disposed of after this meeting. I'll never find Fain if somebody kills me because of that banner. He barely noticed when he was pushed into the street with a coin and instructions to return on the morrow.
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