nrok, all equally silent, walking towardthe small stand where they'd receive a critique of their performance. Voker's eyebrows arched. They'd taken a midafternoon break. The trimmer, a teenage boy, grinned, nodded, and hurried out.
Which meant the T'swa had arrived! He peered hardand saw nothing. With that he seemed to gather his sensessomewhat. And if you and I had been fighting, we'd never know whether it was us tothank for our troubles, or Alsnor and-whoever. Now it is time for Esenrok to have a turn.
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