Stay with me, always. Rand almost wished more Trollocs would appear, something he could fight. The Shienarans spread out, lances ready, watching in all directions. He did not even feel the arrow leave the bowstring.
Rand threw himself into the other chair, the one sized for an Ogier; his feet dangled above the floor, but he did not care. You must surrender to the Power before you can control it. Whatever that thing was I killed - a grolm? - there may be more of them around. Treebrother.
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