She didn't ask. They pay well. He tightened his grip on his sword, peered into the mists ahead. Lord Rand.
You will not mind if they ride in your company? He put it as a question, but as if acceptance were a foregone conclusion. Yes, of course. With a bundle of thin, loosely bound staves in place of a blade, the practice sword would make a loud clack when it struck anything, and leave a welt where it hit flesh. Even using the One Power, she knew she would feel soiled by the Draghkar.
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