Pieces of them fell onto the slope, arms, legs. I made a promise, too; I promised to keep the pair of you alive. There would have been more graves, otherwise. And worse.
This time, she did sound penitent. Faile had no concept of danger, not where she herself was concerned. Tell her we know of the Weaving of Winds. Selande Darengil leads our society.
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