She did not laugh often, but she could not help a quietly pleased chuckle at the clock. The last time he had gone there, he had added a name to that list of Maidens in his head; the first time, Padan Fain had followed and become more than a Darkfriend, worse than a Darkfriend. Sorilea lost all interest in Kiruna. She wanted to cry.
At least she had not suggested they were mistaken somehow; all of those Wise Women had been able. A lanky, pale-haired man straightened from a large open chest, staring oddly at the corpse. The beggar leaped for his throat, a knife appearing in his grimy fist. We are looking for it, Elayne said.
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