He could not do that to her. Rand grabbed Ingtar's lapels. Yet the people seemed open and friendly enough, pausing to nod to each other as they hurried about their last chores before nightfall. Illuminators guard their secrets tightly.
Someone wanted him to go east. People forested the guardwalk atop every wall, top-knotted soldiers, and liveried servants, and menials still in their muck, all pressed t Why are you here? Rand turned away from them, awkwardly shoved back the bolts on the inner door and pulled it open. They looked through him; servants did not exist unless needed.
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