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  1. A painted sign hung above the inn door, a man standing on one foot with his arms thrown in the air: Hardin’s Leap. As they drew rein in front of the square stone building, the sweeper straightened, yawning fiercely. He gave a start at Perrin’s eyes, but his own already protruding eyes went wide when they fell on Loial. With his wide mouth and no chin to speak of, he looked something like a frog.




    Shivering, Perrin leaned his head against the cage door. He may not have fur, but he’s a wolf. He’s wolf, not man. Light, help me.

    “We didn’t keep him here always,” Simion said suddenly. “He was at Mother Roon’s house, but she and I got Master Harod to move him here after the Whitecloaks came. They always have a list of names, Darkfriends they’re looking for. It was Noam’s eyes, you see. One of the names the Whitecloaks had was a fellow named Perrin Aybara, a blacksmith. They said he has yellow eyes, and runs with wolves. You can see why I didn’t want them to know about Noam.”

    Perrin turned his head enough to look at Simion over his shoulder. “Do you think this Perrin Aybara is a Darkfriend?”

    “A Darkfriend wouldn’t care if my brother died in a cage. I suppose she found you soon after it happened. In time to help. I wish she’d come to Jarra a few months ago.”

    Perrin was ashamed that he had ever compared the man to a frog. “And I wish she could have done something for him.” Burn me, I wish she could. Suddenly it burst on him that the whole village must know about Noam. About his eyes. “Simion, would you bring me something to eat in my room?” Master Harod and the rest might have been too taken with staring at Loial to notice his eyes before, but they surely would if he ate in the common room.

    “Of course. And in the morning, too. You don’t have to come down until you are ready to get on your horse.”

    “You are a good man, Simion. A good man.” Simion looked so pleased that Perrin felt ashamed all over again.

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    1. _Sug


      "Through God, and only God. Can one proceed, with head high and heart ablaze."

    2. Sarven


      Based and Orthodox Pilled

  3. A lone samurai began to ask the real question, "How does this effect the Shorewalkers who are not Mystics and radically different?" He pondered this heavily underneath the cherry blossom trees.
  4. Do you think your opinion will change again a week?

    There is one rule, above all others, for being a man. Whatever comes, face it on your feet.

  6. There has to be a price, Rand. There is always a price.

    Perhaps I can pay it here.

    It is every man's right, Rand, to choose when to Sheathe the Sword.

    Even one like me.

  7. The romantic chivalric tradition takes, or at any rate has in the past taken, the young man's eye off women as they are, as companions in shipwreck not guiding stars.

    1. UnusualBrit


      Just kiss already omg

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