“Is the man that learns to lead a lesser leader because he had to learn it?" asked Nydfara.
"He is until he learns it," shot back Crabannan, wondering what Nydfara's horse in this race was. The man had scarcely been here more than a few months, and his look was not of a man who cared for rulers and politics. He reminded Crabannan of a crow or a jackal. He reminded Crabannan of himself, and for that reason he was suspicious.
"And what do you care? You're even more of a stranger here than I am."
Last edited by Gwathagor; 09-08-2011 at 05:40 PM.
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