She would be rescued eventually, of course; she knew that. You told her to divide into small groups and avoid villages, so as to give no warning. If you listened to Loial, you would think he was always somewhere else when things became dangerous. It had to be.
Death, destruction and madness. Without warning, Toram tossed one of the swords; Rand caught it out of the air by the long hilt. Strange that with all the sweat coming out of her, she could not find any moisture in her mouth. Popping a last bit of the bun into her mouth and washing it down with a final swallow of tea, she rose to go find her, only to have the object of her intended search stalk into the tent.
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