This, finally. Here it is.
It's where this book starts to feel like it's repeating itself, doesn't it? At this point, we haven't learned much about the minor characters, this whole thing with Dustfinger and Farid is just getting confusing, nobody's making up their minds, idiots with unclear motives keep on runnin' back to Capricorn, and the last hundred or so pages have effectively helped with nothing.
Please, pick up the pace; I'm waiting for the sweet release of death.