Oh, we stood our ground. Rand, Ogier built Mafal Dadaranel, but that city was destroyed in the Trolloc Wars. A merchant's guard told me. Masema stared at him, with a fixed grin that never reached his eyes.
It frightens me. Make west, Yarin. In the woodyard, the presence returned, the sense of someone there. I know it.
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