Vanin leaped at the chance to be one of Elsyne's guards, knuckling his forehead right and left like a fool. She would take back what she had given, if she could. The concussion knocked Mat flat on his back, or maybe it was the way the ground seemed to leap from under his feet. Annoura, you will take me to Berelain.
No one will think less; no one expects a boy to face a blademaster. Either contents me. They were the favorites today, new to the city and like all things new, of great expectation. Maybe the guild keeps low enough that the Tower never thought they were worth troubling.
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