A man appeared from one of the warehouses with a grolm at his side, running to keep up with the beast's long leaps as they vanished into one of the streets leading up from the water. I've seen men sharpening them-playing at sharpening, as it were-but only because they could not believe a sword did not need it after use. I'll keep moving and he gone before she ever knows I was there. There are some here think I'm a lord.
We will be out of here soon, Hurin. Rannel and sheepstongue root would perk you up a little, and did no harm, but mainly it tasted horrible, and the taste lasted all day. Hurin bowed as deeply as any Cairhienin. Galad has not the smallest part of humanity in him.
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