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A town guard of Loshev, out on the night road patrol that came across Mikhail camped at the site of a wagon killing. She wore the plain leathers a town that size runs to rather than anything Peredhel would call a uniform, with Loshev’s mark on them.

Her patrol leader said Ver, light, and she struck it and held the torch up over her head so he could see the man they had walked up on, and then again over the ground where the blood was. When Mikhail asked whether he might take a flame off it for his own torch, she tilted it toward him. Nothing she said that night was ever written down. When Khed was told to walk the traveler back to town, she stayed with her leader to finish working the ground.