The dirtiest rag would feel cleaner on her skin. He still thought of himself as Padan Fain - Padan Fain was the core of him - but he had been changed, and he knew it. His nose wrinkled in sudden disgust. He wants to see Master Fain, too.
Liandrin ignored them all. And if they were, he was no part of it. The Portal Stone itself was weathered, but the symbols covering it were still clear enough to make out. She lifted the leash threateningly.
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