She had to push a way through. The few women in the back of the hall wore riding dresses and had faces as hard as the men, gazes as direct. Which was a pity. But he was never going to admire Melore's bosom again; Reanne knelt to straighten her limbs and close her eyes, while Tamarla performed the same service for Janira.
The one above the plumed hat showed a golden scale and hammer, sign of the goldsmiths' guild, though plainly not of a particularly prosperous member. Come along, come along. Her arms unfolded to the sides like wings, then folded back. The Mayeners were puffed up over being the rear guard, laughing and shouting boasts to the Cairhienin of what they would have done had the Shaido returned, though in fact they were not last.
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