You can't find bitterer rivals than House Riatin and House Damodred. But all I did was ask what it was. The innkeeper was a plump, unctuous man with a single stripe of green across his dark gray coat. Some do not even know his name, but the description could not be anyone else, and he's shifted every one of their lives.
I've known enough men to see when one is troubled with a woman. Light pressing on the petals. Egwene jumped to her feet and bowed sharply, as did Min. There's no turning back.
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