This bell rang exactly three times the night the place fell. I hadn't meant to say who rang the third. But the ash got on my fingertips, and it just came out.

• TesraI still remember your palms that night, miss. Split open, every one of them.
  Klea DorneThen that makes two of us who remember. That's enough.
• Riset AwinShow me your hand. Wherever the ash touched, I won't charge for.
  Klea DorneWhen an apothecary stops charging, that's not medicine anymore. That's a debt.