By the time Ellisandra came home, she knew for certain: letting Jaeron talk to the stranger on her behalf would never do. He’d even said he’d take Raedon Tussamar. Jokes used to go around that if you wanted to start a brawl, you invited Raedon Tussamar. He might have calmed a bit now that he was married, but one thing she knew about a confrontation between those two men and the stranger: she did not want to be the stranger.
And damn it, what had he done to deserve that?
Given people jobs, fed them and started rebuilding a house. No wonder Miran had such a bad reputation within gamra.
She looked over the wall into the yard from her bedroom window. It was almost dark, and everyone had gone. The sled had left, and she couldn’t see the canvas shelter from her position, although a faint glow
