Rand turned away, relieved that his stomach was already empty. His eyes were sharp on Rand's face; the black and swollen body of one of his soldiers might as well not have existed. Smile and say it was your fault, whether it was or not. Land like what we've been crossing.
Yet the question asks itself; how did one like you come by a chest many lesser lords could not afford? Are you a thief? Fain tugged at his worn, none too clean coat. He raised his eyes, back up the hill toward where the camp lay. Moiraine was beautiful, if cool, and so was Nynaeve, when her temper did not get the better of her. Your manservant had a fall and twisted his knee.
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