Loial received almost as many looks, even before Ashin spoke his name. I could ask the same of you, Liandrin. Nynaeve was insisting on handing around the pole-lanterns and lighting them; Liandrin was acceding with a bad grace, apparently insisting on speed. He eyed her and revised his opinion, that cold stare and those hard cheeks would make her remarked anywhere.
His ship rode a little higher in the water than she had on sailing from Tanchico. And still as a friend, I hope. Worst of all was Liandrin, the only one who wore her shawl; the others had all packed them away before leaving Fal Dara. All, however, either disappeared or were captured or killed without fulfilling any of the Prophecies concerning the Rebirth of the Dragon.
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