No villagers, no Seanchan, nobody at all. Ingtar drew a breath and let it out slowly. The man who called himself Bors clamped his teeth to keep them from chattering. People went silently in dark clothes, with no bright colors except here and there slashes across the breast of coat or dress.
You fool, Thom breathed. She was smiling, too, though. Give up, and let the world go? And all for fear of a switching for not getting the pots clean enough! I know much that may be useful.
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