The sniffer led them to one called The Defender of the Dragonwall, the sign bearing a crowned man with his foot on another man's chest and his sword at the man's throat. Wolves were more particular about their food than he would have believed. If they don't have you flogged, at the very least they'll talk about you for years. The man set a large leather pouch on the table, and a sealed parchment.
Perhaps, if you are very quiet, you will be left alone here long enough to manage to remove the collars. Some of them were complaining that they'd have been gone before we came if they had not had to mend their cartwheels themselves. There was muttering from the mounted Shienarans. Dimly, he saw the Seanchan fighting their way back in among the stables.
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