Unconsciously touching the pouch at her waist, Moiraine went past Liandrin through the doorway, with a nod as if the other woman were holding the door for her. Rand al'Thor. Loial chuckled, and Rand felt his face burn. Liveried women curtsied deeply as they passed, many more deeply than they would have for the Lord of Fal Dara himself.
Whoever did that left a stench, though. Not a bad way to die. She couldn't. Our master would disapprove, as I am surely needed here more than you, and you fear him more than you fear being made damane.
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