The house was a simple one. To his amazement, the scene remained the same. Thecombination of the glowing orbs and what was about to happen in Everhaven made Tristan’s skincrawl. Thesearing wind birthed red dust maelstroms that bothered their eyes and stung their skin.
Picking up his teacup, the martial master thought about his old friends, and what it might be like toserve on the Conclave. Shailiha continued to regard the plucky girls. That is part ofwhat true devotion to the Vagaries means. They're openin' up tomorrer.
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