No riverfront shopkeeper in Maradon could afford even one piece of cuendillar. There has to be a way out of here. Lan bore not a mark. Maredo, and Goaban, and Carralain.
I'll take you to it, but then I must go on after the Horn. He knew what Mat meant. In the space of heartbeats, Rand stood alone, facing Turak, who held his blade upright before him. It must be one or the other.
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