Ba'alzamon tossed the banner to the floor and put his hands on the chair back; wisps of smoke rose from between his fingers. She talks about sin all the time. They both wore long coats made of sheepskin, with the fleece turned in and bright red spirals embroidered across the breast. The innkeeper was a woman with hair as white as Thom's, and sharp eyes that studied Loial as well as Rand.
He's mad, staring at a stone ceiling in the dark. Don't look at me like that, Perrin. He stirred his stew with his spoon, frowning. Moiraine could not do this alone, and who better to help than her girlhood friend who used to sneak down with her to snitch sweetcakes.
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