Hart Thorin looked as if he didn’t quite know where he was. “Marten Broadcloak. “Strangers came and ye welcomed em in!” she cried in her rusty crow’s voice. Perhaps because the horse’s owner is a stranger, she thought, and fair.
“Red on black, my dear Jonas. Used by permission. Yeah, probably. “What do you want?” Jonas asked.
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