That haughty chin remained high, and her tone was at best halfway between explaining and telling. The next man who told her that, she decided, was going to pay for it. It will go well. The dice tumbled inside his head fiercely, yet that had nothing to do with his uneasiness.
Nandera was a sinewy woman, hair more gray than yellow, but her tough features managed to be handsome if not beautiful. Do you really mean to court a third debacle by attempting to rescue the captives? Elaida sniffed dismissively. Her groaning ceased, and she sat up straight. Nothing happened.
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