He looked up, brushing a hand across his beard when he saw she was not alone. She is strong, trader. You listen to me, and listen well. Let me go.
Nynaeve gave a loud sniff. His saddlebags had been brought up, and a bundle from the packhorse containing fresh clothes. I did not expect you until tomorrow. I cannot think they're Aes Sedai, but they might as well be.
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