“Don’t panic,” he said. “It’s a good thing.” “It?” she said, growing alarmed. “Well, someone just arrived at the tower.” “Oh, that. Sebarial passed the news; the bridgeboy is back.” “Him? No, that’s not what I’m talking about.” Adolin searched for words as voices approached, and several other people stepped into the room. At their head was Jasnah Kholin.
