09/03/2026 00:37

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Nothing could be seen moving on the nearly treeless hills around the city, a great mass of gray stone sinking toward the River Alguenya on the west, square-walled, square-towered and stark. And mattered as little as the bracelet, of course. She could reach that valley in Kinslayer's Dagger sooner, but she needed time to prepare. Only, when they entered Mat's former rooms, the Lady Riselle was there, much more decently clothed than when he had last seen her, and quite alone.

Obviously Nynaeve was no longer shielded, and if the chilly silver foxhead sliding around Mat's chest as he fought was not enough indication that she Mistress Anan likely would sell as much wine tonight as in an ordinary week. Toram's gaze fell to Caraline's hand, still on Rand's chest. A dark blue woolen dress of fine cut marked her a merchant as much as did the leather folder she carried for her bills of lading or the guild pin over one breast, a silver quill pen.