Sun Mote Copse Just like dust we settle in this town

"Do you think that he would be an expert?" Wraen asked, not taking Terance as a matchmaker kind of person. He was great and wonderful about many things, but understanding women were not among them. Treason was an exception to the rule, though - techinally - she had brains of a man and therefore did not count.

"Nah, Maia. I think you should choose the handsomest - think of the children," she continued to weave the colourful thread. "Good brains in that case are optional, but not mandatory. Silly people, after all, are either very easy to steer or amusing to observe," she mused. "But - in case your mind is set on the terrible looking ones - a sound and keen mind is an absolute must. Poor fellow must have at least one appealing quality."