Blood feeds blood. It had a touch of ice in it; he made the air seem warm. Or is Mat really hurt? Oh, Mat's fine, Lord Rand. Maybe he means the statue.
He had this thing to do-this duty, Ingtar would have called it-and then he could be free of Aes Sedai once and for all. A heavy, matching cloak hung over her arm. Have you word of them? Nynaeve said, just short of a demand. Unsheathing the dagger, he laid it atop the chest before settling himself down beside the fire.
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