The innkeeper was a woman with hair as white as Thom's, and sharp eyes that studied Loial as well as Rand. What do you know? Rand's mouth fell open. She's still trying to use me. I suppose.
Liandrin arched an eyebrow at her. Rand did not think it was supposed to be a smile. Hurin crouched low in his saddle, wide-eyed, urging his horse on. Soon, I thought.
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