“First a stinky leatherworker’s shop, now the temple? I had assumed we would walk someplace at least faintly romantic.” “Religion’s romantic,” Adolin said, scratching his head. “Eternal love and all that, right?” She eyed him. “I’m going to go wait outside.” She turned and walked out with her handmaiden. “And someone get me a storming palanquin.” Adolin frowned, watching her go. “I’ll have to buy her something quite expensive to make up for this, I suspect.” “I don’t see what the problem is,” Kadash said. “I think religion is romantic.” “You’re an ardent,” Adolin said flatly. “Besides, that
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