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There was not supposed to be anything to connect them; five men coming into Falme at an early hour, but not together. A hard woman, Ingtar muttered, then seemed surprised that he had spoken. Captain Bayle Domon, of the Spray? Domon gave a short nod, and the three sat down without waiting for an invitation. He danced among them to the song of saidin.

Vines, leaves, and flowers covered it, each so finely done that in the dim moonlight they seemed almost real. There must be trade, and merchants must protect themselves from bandits. Winter Dawn, and all the rest of the pack would hunt down the Twisted Ones who had dared come into their land. She turned for the doors.