Merana looked at Annoura with interest. Egwene teetered on the brink of sleep. Inside a box. Sometimes leading meant herding.
Neither did Rand, for all they had fought on his side yesterday, and despite what had happened at the end. Keeping a wary eye out— well, it would have been a wary eye had she had eyes here—she moved. Once had been Dumai's Wells, maybe, but there was still another to come. Pinned to the sheet were notes from two of the Sitters, Romanda and Lelaine,- suggesting the soldiers be paid lessThe Figurehead193frequently, paid less in fact.
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