Her smile brightened for a moment, almost cheerily, before she turned for the doors. Jarna's fate flashed into her mind. Dashiva strode into the room, his plain face contorted in a scowl. There was a Civil Guard in Ebou Dar, but not a very efficient one, seldom to be seen on the streets.
The man deserves it. Pitfalls and Tripwires181Spreading the map out and weighting the corners with ink jars and sand bottles, Rand measured off distances with his fingers. He had been glad when she stopped being afraid of him, but now he was not so sure. It isn't the Oath Rod that makes a woman Aes Sedai, daughter.
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