An officer, preferably. A Myrddraal stepped between them, and they fell to their knees. She was sure Min had kept some back, the worst, but what she told was enough to heat Nynaeve to white-hot fury. He gathered his reins and rode in the direction the Questioner had taken.
You should do something about Lan, Moiraine. The trumpets called again, sounding fainter here inside the keep. The fence, it keeps away those who might harm themselves, but we have a need this day. Something large.
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