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var felt well enough to walk next to me for a few hours today—or he became tired of the Dreamers’ bickering. He was in very good spirits.
“Goran, do you know what Trader Mossvar carries in his saddlebags?” Ivar gestured towards the line of asses some distance ahead of us.
“No,” I said.
“Silk!” Ivar couldn’t contain his excitement. “Cloth from the Masterweavers of Rowenna, bound for the spring fair of Fogreach!”
“Hmm,” I said and clasped my hands behind my back.