“Sword and Snatcher did most of the talking; the Seer preferred to walk silently a step or two behind the two men. Once the sun had topped the Eastern Cliffs golden sunlight dappled the road ahead, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead. Every so often a merchant’s wagon would come creaking northward, and they would wave polite greetings as it passed, but mostly they had the road to themselves, and simply walked along enjoying the day. After a time, though, Sword asked, “How did you bec...ome the Thief? Merrilin tarak Dolin lived near Quince Market, in the eastern Midlands, not out on the Soreen Coast.” “And did the old Swordsman live in Mad Oak, or anywhere in Longvale?” Snatcher asked. “No,” Sword admitted. “He was from Dazet Saltmarsh. He and a couple of wizards found me.” “And the old Thief found me in, I suppose, much the same fashion, though in her case she was traveling with her husband and two children as well as two wizards.” “All the way out on the Soreen Coast?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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