Elf To Tame A Werewolf
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'It seems they were', Quain says, dropping to the ground, 'Can I get some water, please?
Farden mutters an apology, yanks a water bag from his girdle, and hands it to Quain. Gylen hands his to Edril, but Pedran waves Allos off. 'Just ale, mate', he says. 'The glade attacked, you say', Allos prompts. Quain nods between gulpfuls. 'There were four of them', he says after he finishes, and wipes his mouth, 'All white and the furriest I've seen. And their eyes….' He shudders. 'The mages have got competition with their terrible glance', Pedran says, staring at the fire with wide eyes, 'They kill like they were made for it'. 'I barely escaped', Quain notes, waving a hand at the side of his face, 'I
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