After Rand left, Thom threw his cloak on the bed and sat with his elbows on the table. His business was his ship. The man who called himself Bors felt his lips drawing back over his teeth, half snarl and half, he was shamed to admit even to himself, fear. pitch; the others wore plain coats that buttoned to the neck and flared about their knees like kilts.
The boy's a shepherd. Tear or Mayene, it did not matter so long as he went east. I will find the Horn, Ingtar said angrily. Only Verin appeared unconcerned.
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