Falme rose from stone docks up the slopes of the hollow that made the harbor. A man appeared from one of the warehouses with a grolm at his side, running to keep up with the beast's long leaps as they vanished into one of the streets leading up from the water. Suddenly he recognized faces he had seen in the outer courtyard. If ten Trollocs attack us, I don't think we'll get away again.
Nynaeve leaned her forearms on the table. And Selene talked of the Horn of Valere, and touched his arm, and looked into his eyes, and before he knew it he had agreed to yet another day before they went on. What shook her was the feel of his flesh. False Dragons.
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