A young woman with hair so pale it was almost white came behind them, her arms full of small stands of polished wood in various sizes and shapes. None of the men at the tables looked up, but he had the feeling they were watching just the same. You admire my damane? She cost me dear, but she was worth every coin. Loial, are you done here? The Ogier nodded, regretfully rubbing the quarterstaff.
We must go, Lord Barthanes. Where is Egwene? It seemed she should be able to remember. Serving women in black-and-gold curtsied as she passed, but she did not respond. No, it can't be.
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