Gitara Sedai had the Foretelling sometimes. You were born with it, weren't you? Egwene nodded. Someone appeared at the end of the alley, a shadow outlined by the glow of flames behind, and pointed toward them. A knot of Trollocs came into sight, hunting uncertainly.
Your problem is quite different. Shienarans of any class were almost always polite and correct, even to blood enemies, and Ogier were never any enemies of Shienar. The chalks were a little smudged when she unfurled it, but the picture was still clear enough. We fight to hold the Borderlands, to keep them safe in their houses, and every year, despite all we can do, the Blight advances.
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