Suddenly a gong sounded softly, and the Seanchan woman dropped to her knees, setting the silk-wrapped something carefully beside her. The innkeeper looked startled, but she recovered quickly. He's no Cairhienin, that's for certain sure. That would be a finger in the Reds' eye.
Domon understood why the Seanchan could allow the people as much freedom as they did. He wished he did not feel as if he were running away from Ingtar's cry, running from what he was supposed to do. But there wasn't any Hardan on it. He stood up carefully.
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