He took off his wet things, putting on a dry shirt and breeches before lying down, since there were no sheets or blankets, and propped his sword beside the head of the bed. Kajin, tall and lean and sallow, pumped his fists over his head and shouted, Tai'shar Malkier! Tai'shar Manetheren! True blood of Malkier. And the work they had done on the boy had not been easy. He had never seen or heard of anything like it.
Surely, Captain, you would be willing to sail along the shoreline for a thousand gold marks. Rand leaned his hands on the mantel over the fireplace and stared into the flames. Maybe it's Rand. An Ogier, and an outland lord? This coat has to be good for something sooner or later.
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