Elayne: Birgitte! Standing on the wall is foolish! I’m coming up too!
Aviendha: I’m making it rain. Now I feel wet. And cold.
Birgitte: I wish I could fight this war by myself. Fighting an army is easy compared to looking after these two!
Guybon: I bring reinforcements. Your army is now twice as big!
Elayne: I must be a taveren, everything is working out. Did you bring anything else?
Guybon: I have a letter from some Lord al’Thor…
Aviendha: That would be for me.
Guybon: Some fine Andoran wines.
Birgitte: We can use those to celebrate your promotion to second in command
Guybon: Some sort of book on ter’angreal…
Aviendha: I’ll take that one too
Elayne:
Don’t I get anything?Essandre: I can get you a midwife.
Elayne: I hate you!
Norry: I found a gr… *coughs* …a man who can follow Mellar for you.
Elayne: What does he do?
Hake: I’m an assass…
Norry: He’s a cutpurse, a very good one.
Elayne: How good?
Norry: Well, we found about 200 purses around his apartment. Most of them with a golden lily embroidered on them.
Elayne: I wondered what kept happening to those
Aviendha: I know what all your ter’angreal do!
Elayne: You must have another talent!
Dorindha:
They need some time apart…At a secret location
Nynaeve: Logain’s back.
Rand: NYNAEVE! KNOCK! BLOOD AND ASHES!
Nynaeve: Cadsuane wants to see you.
Rand: *stumbles*
Nynaeve: Are you ok?
Rand: *backs away* I’m fine. I’ll be out in a sec.
Nynaeve: Ok… She’s in the sitting room. *leaves*
Min: You could put something on, first
That disguise is only an illusion, you know
Rand: Just don’t let anyone touch you, and they won’t notice. I think…
Logain: I just got back from Caemlyn. Elayne agrees – I made a much better false Dragon than you.
Rand: I’m the real Dragon, dip-s***!
Cadsuane: Someone’s asking to be spanked again…
Rand: No! Not this time! I won’t let you…
Verin: Did I ever tell you about the time I…
Cadsuane:
Yes!Verin: Oh… Then what about…
Cadsuane: Yes, you told us that!
Verin: Then it appears I can best serve you elsewhere. I will return when I am needed again. *leaves*
*awkward silence*
Rand: I wonder where she’s going…
Cadsuane: Probably looking for more stories
Loial: The Shadow is advancing. We need to help.
Covril: We keep out of the affairs of men.
Loial: The Shadow is our business. We cannot run from this.
Covril: I disagree. Once we open the book of Translation…
Loial: Mom! There’s a hundred thousand Trollocs creeping up on the manor house.
Covril: What?
Loial: Just pass me an axe already
…your Deathgates were compared to mine…
