Silk? Something softer, smoother. He straightened and tried to keep his face relaxed. Lan's voice slid across her concentration; she refused to let herself hear it. The woman's dress, worked elaborately across the breast, seemed a pale green, and her hair was done in a multitude of short braids.
yet Rand saw guards moving on the tower tops and along the roofwalks, and none of the windows were close to the ground. Touching her left eye brought a wince; it did not feel puffy, so perhaps she was not actually growing a bruise to match Renna's, but it still hurt. That is all they do; that is all they are. Lord Barthanes.
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