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Wait! Wait! You can make more than any five crowns, or even ten. Enough to fall in blindly with whatever Valda proposed. Either place, you'll end up dead, or in prison. We all must.

And on Winternight the Trollocs came, killing and burning, hunting. Or you will be, very soon. His bow to each was little more than a nod of the head; Barthanes knew exactly how powerful he was. He did not look at it, though.