Mat shakes his head, a brief look of confusion passing over his face.
"Never even heard of that land. I'm from western Andor. Near the Mountains of Mist."
He's vague on purpose, just to be safe. He doesn't know this man, doesn't know why he may want to know.
But the Two Rivers are in western Andor, just right at the base of the mountains. He read somewhere once that it's the most isolated place in the world, and he can believe it.
"It's lots of farmland, fishing villages, a few wood mills. Nothing exciting's happened there in a thousand years." Aside from the Trolloc attacks, but there's no need to mention that. "Really, it's a dreadfully boring place."
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"Never even heard of that land. I'm from western Andor. Near the Mountains of Mist."
He's vague on purpose, just to be safe. He doesn't know this man, doesn't know why he may want to know.
But the Two Rivers are in western Andor, just right at the base of the mountains. He read somewhere once that it's the most isolated place in the world, and he can believe it.
"It's lots of farmland, fishing villages, a few wood mills. Nothing exciting's happened there in a thousand years." Aside from the Trolloc attacks, but there's no need to mention that. "Really, it's a dreadfully boring place."
He still misses it, though.