The dust of the plain stained Jeral's face as well as his cloak and his boots. He had a stare like a blue-eyed hawk when he was angry. He thought he knew who wanted it. He added a glare for good measure.
I can't worry about him, now. And so Fain found himself on his face, in a room bare of furnishings except for folding screens that hid its walls, while the officer told the High Lord Turak of him and his offering. No, I wouldn't let her come with me if she did ask. Loial was staring after them, too, eyebrows drooping worriedly.
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