They are nothing to do with us. A part of him still cringed, remembering what Ba'alzamon had done to him, but it was a small part, hidden, suppressed. The man in the mask again? Egwene nodded. We are almost there.
He is no more human than a Trolloc. The rocking eased, and feet thumped on the deck above their heads. Let him think I'm off to play his bloody Great Game. A mist began to rise, growing even as he watched.
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