Mat cleared his throat, then half mumbled, "You secretly harbor a love of painting, and you wish you could escape this life of death you've committed yourself to. You came through Trustair on your way south, rather than taking a more direct route, because you love the mountains. You're hoping to hear word of your younger brother, whom you haven't seen in years, and who disappeared on a hunting trip in southern Andor. You have a very tortured past. Read page four."
Mat hurried on, pushing his way out into the shaded noon, though he did catch a glimpse of Talmanes rolling his eyes. Burn the man! There was good drama in those pages!
Questo pezzo è geniale
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Io sono un Ramingo, morirò solo dopo che sarà morta la speranza.
Noi combatteremo l'ombra finchè avremo fiato, e se ci sommergerà sprofonderemo mordendo e graffiando.