The Name of the Wind - Sample
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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It was felling night and the usual crowd had gathered at the ways Stone Inn five wasn't much of a crowd, but five was as many as the ways Stone ever saw these days times being what they were. Old. Cobb was filling his role as storyteller and advice, dispensary. The men at the bar, sipped their drinks and listened in the back room. A young innkeeper stood out of sight behind the door smiling as he listened to the details of a familiar story. When he awoke, Tambo in the Great found himself locked in a high tower. They had taken his sword and stripped him of his tools, key coin and candle were all gone. But that weren't even the worst of it. You see, Cobb paused for effect because the lamps on the wall were burning. Blue Graham Jake and Shep nodded to themselves. The three friends had grown up together listening to Cobb's stories and ignoring his advice. Cobb peered closely at the newer, more attentive member of his small audience. The Smith's Prentice. Do you know what that meant? Boy, everyone called the Smith's Prentice boy, despite the fact that he was a hand taller than anyone there, small towns being what they are, he would most likely remain boy until his beard filled out. Or he bloodied someone's nose over the matter. The boy gave a slow nod. The chand Brian. That's right. Cobb said, approvingly. The Chadian. Every one knows that blue fire is one of their signs. Now he was. But how'd they find him? The boy interrupted and why didn't they kill him when they had the chance hush? Now you'll get all the answers before the end. Jake said, just let him tell it no need for all that. Jake Graham said, boys just curious. Drink your drink. I drank my drink already. Jake grumbled. I need no. But the inn coups still skinning ratch in the back room. He raised his voice and knocked his empty mug hollowly on the top of the mahogany bar. O we're thirsty men in here. The innkeeper appeared with five bowls of stew and two warm round loaves of bread. He pulled more beer for Jake. Shep and old cobb moving with an air of bustling efficiency.