But Trollocs were greedy by nature, and in the euphoria of watching the Myrddraal die, he had not paid attention as he should. He looked at her to see if he was doing it right, but she merely watched, not even the slightest frown of worry wrinkling her pale forehead. Anywhere but doing forms, it leaves you wide open; you can strike home from it, if you wait for the other man to move first, but you'll never avoid his blade. The Amyrlin spoke in a conversational tone, as if they were all chatting over tea.
Wherever you've gotten to, Rand, stay there. There was muttering from the mounted Shienarans. So why aren't you gone? Rand shrugged. He tossed his reins to one of the Children and strode into the inn.
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