aped in identical cloths, the other half with kettle drums also decorated slung on either side of the horses. Suroth stepped very close, face cold as midwinter. Clearing his throat roughly, he pulled his eyes away. Nandera was delighted, nodding enthusiastically and sending Maidens running.
That was the best word. Old Fear, and New Fear153Grunts and curses drifted from the pack, not all in men's voices. Well, she was, anyway. Maybe something that might only seem important to a wetlander.
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