Men gathered more information on the invaders, as if they actually believed they would eventually do something with what they knew, but they sometimes tried to hold back. I can make you some willowbark tea, if Ingtar lets us stay that long. That thing should be buried again, and as deeply as they can pile dirt and stone. The dagger! All you seem to care about is that dagger.
His gaze swept across the others. For a moment Rand and Lan stared at each other, then the drums drew them to the tower wall to stare southward. This far from the Waste? Ingtar said incredulously. And why would Fain demand that he follow, then try to stop him? He only knew that he believed the message.
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