Not that anyone except a Darkfriend would break that particular oath. He wondered whether anybody was going to move. I can't protect all of you at once. In Ebou Dar, when folk were truly being polite, apologies back and forth could flow for an hour.
Eyeing Aviendha and the others, he sauntered out with that rolling walk. Or to give it to them, if they've returned. There was shouting somewhere below, but Nynaeve and the rest would have to take care of themselves for the moment. Ander Tol sat the wagon seat with his jaw trying to reach his knees, fingering the purse as though wondering whether it was enough after all.
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