It did not please the master of herblore. deep breath. The Algarvian who was doing the talking held up something that glit-tered in the warm northern sunlight. A dozen captives broke out of a camp in Forthweg,and they're on the loose in the countryside.
Understanding such things went with being occu-pled, too. And that, as he knew fair well, was no smallunderstatement. Hekept eyeing women, though he told himself that was foolish: the ones hepassed here would be long gone by the time the parade ended. Most people, even strangers met gathering mushrooms, wereharmless enough.
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