Fire, he whispered. The scent of blood or the scent of gold, they smell the same in the end. The left sleeve of his black wool tunic was fastened at the shoulder with a silver pin in the shape of a longsword. They wore checked cloaks, blue-and-burgundy.
As Irri and Jhiqui helped her from her litter, she sniffed, and recognized the sharp odors of garlic and pepper, A dozen years, Ned said. A stone came sailing out of the crowd. There are still wild aurochs in these lands, I am told.
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