The strumming of harps drifted out amid the murmur of voices, like the sounds of geese. Abruptly she caught movement at the very edge of her field of vision. At least, she thought she understood. To Rand, her back straightening.
Your ships can travel farther out to sea than anyone else's. More than one drop of sweat decorated her face now. Suddenly, it occurred to her that this fellow knew a great deal for a Friend of the Dark, especially one not many years past twenty. Perrin wished he could not hear, the sounds coming from her throat.
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