That, she knew in her bones. The eagle-beaked Trolloc shrieked as her spearpoint stabbed deep into its side, stabbed again. I'd have thought even a child like Moiraine could have taught you a few manners. The last thing she wanted was someone offering help.
Perrin, and Faile. Carefully, she took her hand away from her braid. Not far, now. Her blue eyes fastened on him purposefully, and her face fixed itself in determination.
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