Porknoy rode up to the old man. He was as unremarkable close up as from a distance. His age was hard to determine—he seemed ancient, but his eyes seemed young. His hair was long and white as was his beard. He wore loose simple clothes and, except for a walking staff, carried no obvious weapons.
“Good day to you, sir,” said Porknoy.
“And to you, Lieutenant,” said the old man. “I’ve felt some tension in the air though. And I’v...
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