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Her chin rose slightly. The vertical silver slash began to rotate open, revealing the shadow-cloaked ruins of greatness, not quite as dark as the hallway. Rand was beginning to get the feeling that she always moved in that rushing glide, graceful yet wasting no time and allowing nothing to impede her. The rattle of dice at a table in the corner echoed the feel in his head, but he turned the other way, to where three of lu's men sat on benches around another table.

Sheriam was frowning, whether or not at the bracelet, Egwene could not say. Jonan grunted. He could not smell himself, but he knew what was there. Sumeko could not have heard that last, but what she did hear dropped her chin to her considerable chest.