Perrin's hands tightened to knots. His stomach still felt knotted. It was so . It seemed logical.
The city docks were reserved for the grain barges and the pleasure craft of the lords and ladies. But an a'dam isn't supposed to work that way, Min said. Ba'alzamon, he breathed. Nobody turns your bed down for you in the men's quarters.
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