Egwene scowled at her knees. I will take you to the Elders. I know that. He shrugged in an offhand way.
Whoever did that left a stench, though. The flickering arch firmed, steadied, stood whole before her. Coat or no coat, Rand was still only a shepherd. Nothing like what you knew in Caemlyn.
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