Nynaeve did not say anything; she fixed on her knitting, making an angry sound when she dropped a stitch. No Shienaran lord has entered Cairhien in some time. You will know danger here. From the Borderlands, you say.
Rand is in some kind of danger. They would reach the edge of the mountains proper well before dark, perhaps in only another hour or so. These are the two of whom you were told. You could accept them both, Loial suggested.
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