Her eyes narrow, scrutinizing him. Yes, it had been years several years since she had stepped through the porter, but he is not quite as she remembered him.
She's sharpened her barbs in that time, "No. The rumors of a Champion make it all the way to the White Tower. I just didn't think you would be content to serve another master."
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She's sharpened her barbs in that time, "No. The rumors of a Champion make it all the way to the White Tower. I just didn't think you would be content to serve another master."