The interior had a musty dustiness that spoke of abandonment. A man in a high-collared, sky-blue Shienaran coat passed him with a wary, head-to-toe glance though the eyeholes of his mask. You will have to show me where you live, Selene. Still, Thom spoke softly.
Both his boys were dead before the week was out - just dead when their mother went to wake them. Sea Folk: More properly, the Atha'an Miere (a-tha-AHN mee-AIR), the People of the Sea. Then the men - the Darkfriends, they had to be - looked from the Trolloc lying in the street to Rand, with the sword in his hands and Loial at his side. Turak glided toward him on silent feet.
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