Rand swallowed. All three of them made their beds there beside the stone, a simple matter of a blanket folded for a pillow and cloak to cover. Her Keeper of the Chronicles, Gitara Moroso, was there. He wished Moiraine was there to talk to.
Nynaeve went beside her. She doesn't know that. Will you be seated, my Lord? My Lady? The innkeeper gave a surprised blink when Hurin sat at table with them - an Ogier, it seemed, was one thing, but Hurin was clearly a servant in her eyes. Liandrin's eyes settled on Nynaeve.
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