She sold most of her clams to the porters off-loading the big wine cog from the Arbor, and the rest to the men repairing a Myrish trading galley that had been savaged by the storms. Armen the Acolyte cleared his throat. The smallfolk would be grateful for his help. Ditched and staked, he said again, before spurring Honor toward the gate.
I only came to find Jaqen H'ghar. My father refused to speak of her. Tell me how you knew my plans. Only once.
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