Perrin's yellow gaze held him for a moment, seeming to hold secrets about him. There shouldn't be any scarring. Perhaps your people would care to buy some fireworks? Perhaps, trader. The Light burn me, I am probably wasting my time, but I've nothing better to do.
Staring, Nynaeve staggered out of the arch, barely aware of the chamber or the Aes Sedai. The more slashes, the more proudly the wearer moved, but no one laughed, or even smiled. Steam curled over the cups while Moiraine chose her questions carefully. But her eyes passed on and came to rest on Lord Agelmar.
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