“You grew up in Adarlan, didn’t you?” Nesryn considered the question, why it might be asked. “Yes. I was born and raised in Rifthold, though my father’s family comes from Antica.” Borte was quiet for a few steps. But as they reached the narrow stairwell and stepped into the dim interior, Borte smiled over a shoulder at Nesryn. “Then welcome home.” Nesryn wondered if those words might be the most beautiful she’d ever heard.
