Outside the inn, the wind picked up to a roar, leaking in through the shutters and fanning the flames to engulf the parchment. Just Rand. If you could jump in a river, you might escape. Burn them.
Well, if it has anything to do with Rand al'Thor, be sure you don't let Elaida hear of it. Yet not as nervously as he would have once, Perrin thought. Surely that lot did not do it, he said, gesturing to the prisoners. They veil their faces before they kill, giving rise to the saying acting like a black-veiled Aiel to describe someone who is being violent.
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