The innkeeper watched them go upstairs with a thoughtful look. The Accepted's white dress was exactly like hers, except for seven narrow bands of color at hem and cuffs. Then words began to pour out of him. If there is a chance I might be given like a pet lapdog, I would at least like to know to whom I am being given.
A man on horseback forced his way through the throng lining the street and joined in behind Ingtar. Offend me? I am not offended, but I'm no Aes Sedai. They were a close-mouthed lot about what went on inside their chapter house. We all must, Verin murmured, peering into her saddlebags, yet some things may be even more important than that.
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