Auri took it, and peered inside the small leather sack. “Why this is lovely, Kvothe. What lives in the salt?” Trace minerals, I thought. Chromium, bassal, malium, iodine . . . everything your body needs but probably can’t get from apples and bread and whatever you manage to scrounge up when I can’t find you. “The dreams of fish,” I said. “And sailor’s songs.

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

I like your manly bravado," she said. "Do it some more.

By your logic I should also be in charge of Solinade dances, needlework, and horse thieving.

Only a fool worries over what he can’t control.

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

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