Worse, they knew he was tied to Rand in some way nobody understood, least of all himself or Rand. Give her a trinket next time, Nalesean shouted after him. If you were a fool. Just throw the bloody dice.
I see nothing, Tallanvor. Nalesean slashed a man in rags across the face, sending him reeling; Beslan ran another through the middle, while his costumed cronies fought still others. She babbled, in fact. Some wine punch? Nisao asked with a smile.
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