I had made arrangements for you to be taken care of, but as you are here, you are here. The Oneness, she said, sounding satisfied. Egwene, that's stupid. Do you really want to get away, sheepherder? I'll ask again.
This was proposed by one of the Sitters for the Green Ajah, with the other two nodding approval as she spoke. The ointment felt cold at first, then seemed to melt away warmly into his flesh. Rand found himself smiling, though. What do you say, Lord Ingtar? Lord Rand? Verin answered him.
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