well, I mean no insult. And who do you have in mind for this - She cut him off. Rand threw himself into the other chair, the one sized for an Ogier; his feet dangled above the floor, but he did not care. But worrying about Rand was doing nothing to help track the Darkfriends.
Then a palanquin borne by horses, one before and one behind, its curtains down, and more men on horseback. His legion was too scattered for his liking, with Questioners having too many of the commands, but his orders had been explicit: Obey the Questioners. She was grateful when the toe of Liandrin's riding boot dug into her ribs to waken her; she felt as if she had not slept at all. Fain knows I am out here somewhere, he said, hastily wiping his blade on a dead Trolloc's coat.
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