Stone bridges and ramps pierced the balustrade, each with a stone post beside it marked with a single line in Ogier script. You're not some merchant caught giving short weight. When Rand went down to the common room, Mistress Madwen handed him a sealed parchment. The things in them shifted with the slightest touch, rattling.
He laughed. They glanced up at the newcomers, then back to their wine immediately; Rand had the feeling they were still watching, though, and listening. Is this your work, Muadh, or the Seanchan? Neither, my Lord Captain. The King would crush them, if they weren't nearly as powerful as he is.
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