When they came pounding through the common room, Rand winked at the innkeeper, then laughed at his startled look. This place is getting to you, too, he muttered to himself. Blood calls blood. Nynaeve's cheeks colored at forgetting already what Sheriam had told her on the way down from her room.
We need him, Rand said quickly. He had, though. Elricain Tavolin and the fifty Cairhienin soldiers still seemed like guards to him-the more since crossing the bridge at the Pitch-blackness covered the dungeons whatever the hour, unless someone brought in a lantern, but Padan Fain sat on the edge of his cot, staring into the dark with a smile on his face.
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