It lessened his bargaining position that he was not the one who had opened the chest. In front of one of the tall stone buildings, she stopped uncertainly, ignoring the people who brushed past her as if stunned. Everything seemed paler than it should be, just like the sun, more subdued, as if seen through mist. It did not seem to exist for the two servants, either, any more than Rand and his sword existed, or the sounds of fighting, fading now from the rooms to either side out into the house.
Verin nodded in acknowledgment. Wear your sword. Perrin is one, too. He fixed it in his head.
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