Depending on how youdefined waste, he'd gone a long way toward wasting his regiment. She's athletic all right, Voker thought. Jerym heard leaves rustle overhead-a bird perhaps, or an oroval. Romlar lay on the floor, half wrapped in sheet and blanket, not moving.
Gotasu looked them over. I guess you miss your tent-mate, Jerym said. The king glared at him for a moment, then subsided. Romlar considered he'd done that.
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