He did not really know of what. They were the sort who berated a man for meddling and chased him away, then berated him again for not being there when he was needed. Statues lay toppled in fragments, or stood with missing arms, or heads. Janwin's creased face could have been carved from old wood, but it always looked that way, and if his blue-gray eyes seemed stormy, so did they always too.
Aes Sedai serve me, and so will the Sea Folk. Perrin agreed with Rand wholeheartedly—just about anything was better than fighting—but Aiel did not see it that way, not when it came to enemies. right then, but Neald was the man holding the thing open, and him on the other side of it back in Cairhien. Or rip out a throat.
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