In the small cabin they shared, Nynaeve glared up at her from her narrow bed. Burn me, Mat breathed. Even I can see it, and I don't have that Talent, just by what happens around you. Why are you telling us this, Verin? she said aloud.
Ingtar was the first to bow, as formally as Rand had ever seen from him, while the others still stood rooted. With any lord of the lands he knew, if guards were going to be summoned, they already would have been. Moiraine shook her head. Her voice sounded strained, as though she found it hard to breathe.
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