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Awake in the comfort of clean sheets, Dace hears his liege’s contrite confirmation: that the steward’s connection had exposed the temple informant’s duplicity; and asked what reward he desires for an act of selfless, true service, he requests the grant of position as his Lordship’s personal valet …

Engrossed over tactical maps in a tent, surrounded by his ranked captains, The Hatchet stabs a thick finger into the notch at the Pass of Orlan, and declares, “Like slinking rats, the clans have denned up where the terrain is riddled with bolt-holes. The High Priesthood wants them flushed out before winter. Let’s hear your proposals to meet that directive …”

Gathered in Halwythwood’s lodge to select the party sent after the Prince of Rathain, Iyat-thos Tarens squares off against Cosach like the boulder pitched against granite: “No one besides me knows his Grace’s history at first hand, and none of your scouts has the town-born background to travel the open roads with impunity …”