She could not face this alone. Egwene must want you back as soon as possible; she can use a friend or two, I'll wager. Mazrim Taim, almost as tall as Rand, was afoot in his black coat with the blue-and-gold Dragons climbing the sleeves, and maybe a hundred more of the Asha'man. She looked a woman who wanted to skin something, and whoever was handy would do.
I don't care how they're treated! They deserve a dungeon! Perrin's hackles stirred as Rand's eyes lowered from the vaulted ceiling. She almost threw up her hands. Right then, waving an admonishing finger, she was the first-sister. Rand sat in one of the smaller chairs in his shirtsleeves, arms dangling and head back, staring at the ceiling.
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