Egwene shivered, though the air was not very cold. Shadowkiller. He had discarded three quarters of what he had heard as nonsense and rumors growing into fables, but he took some of those conclusions back, now. Moiraine, he thought bitterly.
But until then, we keep on. It's only for balance, Ingtar. If we travel with a merchant train, they'll certainly attack it. A swirl of colors that meant nothing to him, but at the heart of it, a shape like a pure white teardrop.
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