The smooth white face swiveled, regarding them all one by one, it seemed. It's good enough for me, Rand said. His eyes fell on Verin, still seated by the fire. Rand and Loial took the next turning.
Liandrin had already dismounted and plucked the trefoil Avendesora leaf out of the carving; like two huge doors woven of living v Suddenly Rand saw. His dark eyes stared back into hers. She, wouldn't.
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