Nynaeve had combed out her braid, and her gold ring, the serpent eating its own tail, now nestled under her dress beside Lan's heavy ring on the leather cord around her neck. One or two small problems? Min thought as she followed them. I care nothing for books. Forgetting to glare, she lifted her face.
Before Egwene could speak or move, the Amyrlin herself came in and shut the door behind her. He knows all the people I know, all the places. It is too dangerous. Three of them.
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