With an expression of wonder, Egwene touched her neck. The darkness beyond their lanterns made a poor sauce. Rand worried that it might carry their scent to the Trollocs. He was tall for a Shienaran, almost as tall as Rand, lanky and sallow.
That is an insult, Liandrin Sedai. Rand swallowed. Please to follow me. What about you, Hurin? There's music in the Foregate, and people laughing.
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