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Kosar sat himself at one end of the table and expanded his shield so that he could safely reach the wine and food at his end. He calmly poured golden wine into a silver goblet and took a slow sip. He swirled it in his mouth before remarking, “Yes, a fine wine, this one, Jarand. I think you may enjoy it.”
Jarand copied his brother and replied urbanely, “Indeed, quite pleasant. From the mountain regions, I believe.”
Kosar took another sip, then without looking at Tarkyn, said, “Tarkyn, have the courtesy to withdraw out of ear shot… and take that strange little boy with you.”
Tarkyn felt a surge of anger but accepted that Kosar needed a petty revenge. He inclined his head, “I would be happy to oblige, but I don’t think Midnight can increase his shield to that extent.” In fact, Tarkyn w
