The innkeeper was there, for a wonder, an obsequious, sweating man, his dirty shirt straining over his belly until the embroidered red scrollwork seemed ready to pop off. Fool! Of course there's no way to deal with it. You cannot save the girl if you stand here and die! He ran with them. She did not sound the least bit worried.
He slammed the blade into its scabbard and picked up the gray cloak that had been his disguise. He stalked out angrily, not sure whether he was angry with himself, or with Cairhien and its Great Game, or Selene for vanishing, or Moiraine. He suited his own words almost before they were out of his mouth. She did not look at Rand again.
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