As if he could read her daydreams, he said: “I could make you rich beyond your wildest imaginings.” “I’m already rich. And I’m unavailable until the end of the summer.” “I won’t be back from the southern continent for at least a year, anyway,” he countered. She examined his face, the gleam in his eyes. Adventure and glory aside, anyone who’d sell twenty years of his life for a fortune couldn’t be trusted. But … “The next time you’re in Rifthold,” she said slowly, “seek out Arobynn Hamel.” The man’s eyes widened. She wondered how he’d react if he knew who she was. “He’ll know where to find me.”
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