[A name that is deftly committed to memory, for what good it might do any of them. But he says nothing, only moving past the young acolyte, and further down towards the benches, not looking back.
He’ll listen for the steps of the latter to depart, his eyes focused on the path before him, and any who might wait there.]
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He’ll listen for the steps of the latter to depart, his eyes focused on the path before him, and any who might wait there.]