"Take off thine helm and fasten thine club to thine waist," she told him. Svalin had planned this out before they left the house. She knew what to do.
She removed her helm and carried the pot by the handle. She fastened the knife at her waist as if it were a hunting knife and not one of her mother's best kitchen knives.
"Follow mine lead," she said and started walking toward the guards.
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