Have a care, Rand al'Thor, Dragon Reborn. Nynaeve hoped people really did not look at damane. Those who survive will tell me of who you are and why you came. And in a few hours, he will get out of that bed, and you'll think there was never anything wrong with him.
Grimacing, Nynaeve swung her fist back against the wall; the ring dug at her palm. Others have been cut to the bone inside, and come back without a mark. Outside the inn, the wind picked up to a roar, leaking in through the shutters and fanning the flames to engulf the parchment. She gave him a look, then nodded.
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