False Dragons abound. I mean to see to it. Verin scratched a fourth line, turning the bird track to a lopsided star. Nynaeve took a deep breath.
It had made her glad she had not brought more of the clothes the Lady Amalisa had given her, though she might never see any of them, or the White Tower, again. She had never as much as been to Tar Valon, and to be called Sister by an Aes Sedai was heady even for someone of her rank. His grin faded, and he looked troubled. That is a good name.
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