All of them—Wise Ones, Maidens and siswai'aman—ignored the Shaido the way Perrin would have a stool or a rug. She must be the woman they had come for, the Windfinder. Perhaps they thought Perrin stayed to watch and report, though had any glanced back, they would have seen his eyes were not on them. Somebody giggled.
Her smile became a grin that made Elayne sniff disapprovingly. Some of my prisoners say that you spent time in the White Tower. The ground erupting in fire and torn flesh. And of course they did.
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