Beyond the window next to the door moved the heavy-muzzled silhouette of a Trolloc. Invitations, of course, my Lord. And wearing a sword. It would be worse than unpleasant, much worse; the Reds were never gentle.
All these false Dragons, and now the Horn is found. He made it seem effortless. Yes, I see. The people hurried about their business with eyes down, bowing whenever soldiers passed, but the Seanchan paid them no mind.
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