**Teft’s Healing**
Dalinar strode through the halls of Urithiru at a brisk pace. He was weary and sore, even though the battle at Thaylen City had been almost a week ago. A small victory yes, but he was still anxious, anticipating the many more battles he faced ahead. He knew war. Had lived through it for most of his life. They had achieved a great victory yes, but it was surely not the end. He checked his time piece. Storming woman had him trained like an axehound, constantly checking his wrist. He had an hour or so before the meeting with the Azish. He had hoped that the vicious battle and their eventual victory at Thaylen City would prove to the Azish how needed they were in the coalition, but they were still wary of the Alethi especially after the betrayal of Sadeas’ army. He had tried to explain to them about the influence of the Unmade on the battle, but still they were hesitant.