I made sure they weren't looking at me, Nynaeve muttered. that's crazy. The barks of grolm pursued them, hundreds it seemed. A woman stood in the outer doorway, back stiff with outrage.
The Game? I'm not mixed up in Daes Dae'mar! Who would want to kill me for the Great Game? The man hesitated. Wear this void of yours all the time, Rand al'Thor, and you'll learn uses for it you never suspected. The Dark One is not slain so easily. The Warder was smiling.
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