An unfamiliar warrior strode briskly into the room. Putting things together, she quickly understood thatthe old tavern owner, his wife, and Lothar were in league with one another. Hurrying over, Shailiha looked down at the unconscious warrior. Uncle Tim was always poorly.
She left her chambers and entered the hallway. “Here she is—Mallory of the House of Esterbrook. Itwas cold as blazes, a razor wind was shrieking across the broken ice and the black patches of water of the lake. “Bring us another subject,” he said.
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