Instead, elbow on his knee and chin propped on his hand, he was frowning at the Aes Sedai prisoners. With a quick glance at the odds for the morning's fifth race, chalked on the slate the poleman held up behind the red-vested woman, he nodded. Instead of telling every sister she could collar. Finally the red-haired woman finished—or rather Sorilea cut her short with a few words—and the lot turned to face Rand.
The flows around the innkeeper vanished, and the glow around Nynaeve too, but Nynaeve stood there watching the woman warily, hopefully. Looking at reports will be safer than asking questions with no idea who we're really asking. She pulled Nynaeve to one side as a curtained green carriage rumbled past—the street was not very wide there—over to But if she had been then, no sign of it remained now.
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