The woman pressed the child closer to her, but it only caused the little girl to struggle and squeal louder. Iver raised his hand, and the guard standing to his right flinched. I saw it, and I felt Samkiel's awareness sharpen. The guard's eyes narrowed ever so slightly on the woman, not in anger but in defense. I wondered if, under his blue-tinged armor, his hair was as dark as the small girl's curls Iver's wife held so lovingly. The guard relaxed a fraction and quickly volunteered when Iver only waved an imperious hand, indicating he wanted his wife and child escorted out. No one else paid
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