The playful tone had vanished from her voice, and the captain found himself watching her through narrowed eyes. Beyond the walls, the wind picked up sharply. I'm an Arryri. A cold hard rain.
Over it he wore greaves, gorget, gauntlets, pauldron. There had been another storm last night, a savage one. Instead you heaved a pot of wildfire at it. An old enemy.
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