Even the undergrowth seemed thinner than back home, the bushes and vines and briars spread out in patches, though some of those were not small. Seaine's thick black eyebrows rose; she would have expected anyone else at all before Elaida, perhaps not excluding Rand al'Thor himself. Is it something to do with Rand? Or the Asha'man? This time he looked from her to Myrelle and back quite openly. Plainly she eavesdropped on those meetings.
She stormed in, a somewhat calmer Annoura at her heels. The Grays are uncertain. I know you don't lose often, but I've seen it happen, burn me but I have. Mat pulled out the paper.
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