I will, eventually, if I don't stop it. Sometimes doubt fills me, Moiraine. There was only one man seated behind it, not a soldier, with one green bar across his coat. I don't see any reason to wait for them.
Go back? Where? To Emond's Field? If you wish it. Even Darkfriends, if truly dedicated, feel uncomfortable within a stedding. Now go look as if you are no doing anything. Not more than a hundred paces away, a Trolloc was sticking its horned head cautiously into the street, smelling the night.
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