You honor us, Mother. He walked on in a daze, staring at the man bowing on the dais to the clapping of his listeners, cradling his You aren't ready for this. It was her turn to hesitate, and she looked at him almost pleading.
Verin blinked at her, almost as if wondering where she had come from. The men snarled at them, guttural curses as bad as any Rand had heard from merchants' guards. He'd not tell us where to follow. We may have no time at all.
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