She traced one symbol, a little larger than the others, with a finger. It is Hawkwing's monument. A thorn to the Dark One's foot, he murmured, and a bramble to his hand. We will need horses.
The power can be yours, and you can live forever. Turak briefly touched one of the wooden stands the girl held, and she placed it on the center of the table. The Ogier sighed. Bow and quiver he left where they lay; a bow was not of much use in the dark, and he intended to look, not fight.
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