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| − | "Master Sutoma forced a chuckle, but he did not look amused, with his damp black hair hanging down and clinging to his face. His chuckle sounded as hollow as his cheeks, and he kept shooting frowns at his workmen as though suspecting they would lie down and go to sleep if he did not maintain a dose watch on them. A dead man could not have slept in that heat." (Mat; Winter's Heart, | + | "Master Sutoma forced a chuckle, but he did not look amused, with his damp black hair hanging down and clinging to his face. His chuckle sounded as hollow as his cheeks, and he kept shooting frowns at his workmen as though suspecting they would lie down and go to sleep if he did not maintain a dose watch on them. A dead man could not have slept in that heat." (Mat; [[Winter's Heart: Chapter 18|Winter's Heart, Chapter 18]]). |
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Revision as of 13:15, 19 October 2006
Author: Kyria d'Oreyn
General
Calwyn Sutoma is a bellmaker from Ebou Dar, Altara.
He is a cadaverous, impatient man with black hair.
His foundry is located outside the western walls of Ebou Dar.
He does not know anything about Illuminators and thinks fireworks are rubbish.
Suroth has commissioned thirteen bells for the celebration of their victory over Altara in a size that has never been cast before.
Quotes
"Master Sutoma forced a chuckle, but he did not look amused, with his damp black hair hanging down and clinging to his face. His chuckle sounded as hollow as his cheeks, and he kept shooting frowns at his workmen as though suspecting they would lie down and go to sleep if he did not maintain a dose watch on them. A dead man could not have slept in that heat." (Mat; Winter's Heart, Chapter 18).
