We'll never get close to it again ourselves. Fain is out there, or there would not have been Trollocs in the Foregate. No few footpads stalked these nights of revelry, where the pickings were rich and most were deep in wine. Rand jumped.
Can you take this off of me? Egwene asked, touching the collar. You are second, Rand. Domon's mouth dropped open. His voice was as steady as if he were talking of every day, and perhaps he was, for a Shienaran soldier.
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