Much good will it do you. It is tainted ground, and not a pebble of it is safe. No my business, Domon reminded himself. More still camp outside Caemlyn, for the chance of mischief, and inside Caemlyn still are those who listen.
All that would do would be to offer up more victims with Loial and himself. One of the horses stamped a hoof. Loial shook his head. Yet the question asks itself; how did one like you come by a chest many lesser lords could not afford? Are you a thief? Fain tugged at his worn, none too clean coat.
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