Perrin looked up from The Travels of Jain Farstrider when they walked in, and frowned when he saw their faces. Sit down; this won't be done quickly. From each tube, a dark, twisted cord ran across the ground and behind a low wall, perhaps three paces long, on the far side. The pace Loial set was as fast as a horse could trot.
Egwene wet her lips. And when they have a few drinks in them, they'll tell you, all whispering in your ear, things about the lords and ladies they serve that'd fair make your hair stand on end. Only, please, stop it. I don't know, Lord Rand, except that it's there.
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