His face had taken on a greenish tinge, and his eves were deeply sunken, two black pits. That was what Sunspears ancient castellan had told him, when first he came to Dome. There was no harm in him. A trader out of Oldtown.
For once he did not bound ahead or stray. Maybe the babe is hurting her. Emeralds glimmered on her fingers and in her golden hair. No man deserves to be cursed with such as you.
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