No more was needed. And I don't think you can really stop me. With one finger she outlined a rectangle containing eight carvings that were much alike, a circle and an arrow, Nynaeve had been counting on that - people doing their best to ignore anything that had to do with Seanchan to gain them a few moments.
Rand turned away, relieved that his stomach was already empty. But he unslung his bundles and set about wrapping sword and bow and quiver as she had suggested. Falme floated somewhere beneath him, its landward border black with the Seanchan ranks, lightning ripping its streets. What? Egwene.
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