All centered around Rand. Suddenly what he had been hearing rushed forward. tossed in. Large eyes met Egwene's perhaps more directly than a novice's should have.
Am I so transparent? Egwene asked after a moment. Why are you following us? he demanded. You don't know whether they're sleeping on silk or had their throats cut! You are not the Creator! With a snarl of rage, Rand threw his head back. Most people would have been unsettled by the sight of Jaichim Carridin, even cleaning a pen nib, with his steely face and deep-set eyes, the
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