Nynaeve stared at her a moment longer, then nodded. Domon followed the man cautiously, feeling a little more sure of himself. I am not the Dragon! My name is Rand al' - ! Rand clamped his teeth shut to stop himself. She seemed troubled.
And these are my guests. There was some fear in the White Tower that the custom would be broken. He closed it again and slid it across the table. They will come here.
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