Zohariel hung about at the sides of the group, hidden in shadow. She observed the stranger wonderingly.
Khorbar.
She knew that name. It sounded like an old friend. But she had no friends. They were all dead.
Later, refusing to get down from Mesdos, she called Khorbar to her and flung back her hood.
"Do you know me?" she asked.
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Amin i waith dangeren i firn i guinar. Amin ith a riel guldur.
You keep talking but all I ever hear is blah blah blah.
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