He could not wait to be rid of it, yet he wanted it still. Verin hurried inside while Ingtar spoke. How am I going to get back in here? I have to reach her. She set us to searching.
He stirred them with a callused finger. A drain pipe. He slammed the blade into its scabbard and picked up the gray cloak that had been his disguise. She did not blame Bayle Domon for not waiting longer, not after what she had seen; she thought it a wonder he had remained so long.
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