“We will care for the captives, Master Androl,” Lindsar said. “Execution?” Pevara asked. “By the eldest trees, no!” The Ogier looked offended. “Not in this place, no, no killing here. We will hold them, and not let them escape.” “These are very dangerous people, good Ogier,” Androl said. “Do not underestimate how devious they can be.” The Ogier chuckled, limping toward the stedding’s still beautiful trees. “Men assume that because we are calm, we cannot be devious ourselves,” she said. “Let them see how crafty a mind can become with centuries worth of aging upon it. Do not worry, Master
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