Clerve

In the lull that followed the destruction, Justen bent down and touched Clerve, sensing the ragged breathing, and offered a small touch of order to the striker.

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Justen and Clerve followed, with the Sarronnese officers trailing.

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Despite the burning in his eyes and the hammering in his skull, he worked out the wood, then glanced at the other side of the trench, where Clerve lay sprawled facedown in the clay.

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Altara stood behind Clerve, who stepped aside with an averted glance.

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After he had a dozen of the rough-out arrowheads, he nodded to Clerve, who began the tedious job of filing and grinding them before Justen used the last touch of heat and order to turn them into black iron.

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"How long do you think before we can have some fowl?" asked Clerve.

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Altara and Krytella took the corner room, while Clerve and Justen ended up in the one that resembled a large pantry and contained just two beds and an open cabinet with three shelves.

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On the other end of the porch, Clerve struggled with a battered guitar and an old song.

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Clerve was wounded, and I just gave him water and looked at him for a while.

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Was she any different than poor Clerve, who hadn't wanted to fight at all?

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