Some of the leaves had already begun to turn, and even the small swathes of orange and yellow and red among the green seemed to Egwene to be exactly the way autumn foliage should look. Tell me how a simple trader came to possess a piece. was script, though in no language he knew, all curving lines that suddenly became jagged hooks, then flowed on again. Another, the Taren High Lord, nodded and bowed to someone none else saw.
He said nothing, but the other Seanchan snapped quick orders, and in moments men in plain woolen robes appeared through a door behind the screens bearing another small table. In Barthanes's own manor, I suppose he has the right to speak to you first, but we are all fascinated by what we hear of you. Fain blinked and opened his mouth, then, at a sharp gesture from the yellow-haired man, followed without speaking. His brows rose in startlement, the first open expression Fain had seen from him, but in the next instant Turak's face was as smooth as ever.
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