There was shouting somewhere below, but Nynaeve and the rest would have to take care of themselves for the moment. Aviendha had taken him for a guard, but his tone was that of an equal. You are not Calle Coplin, she told herself firmly. Light, what was he going to do? Move back to the inn? Burn why the dice had stopped before.
Efalin, short graying hair hidden by the shoufa wrapped around her head, sometimes glanced Sevanna's way; if a Maiden of the Spear could be said to be uneasy, Efalin was. They just lifted their striped skirts and ran. They had putting an Aes Sedai's back up perfected to a Talent. The Great Lord delighted in setting his servants one against another, to see who was stronger.
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