The Hall? The Hall might send me for tea. She left the gateway open for her return. The sun barely made a rim above the rooftops, but already people and carts dotted the square. Too many Shaido had died to bury in less than days, even* had anyone cared to.
Without warning, Toram tossed one of the swords; Rand caught it out of the air by the long hilt. He nodded, peering ahead as though he could see their destination. He could not do it again. That sister is waiting for us.
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