His eyes flicked toward Loial with a minute frown; Hurin he ignored for a servant. His nose wrinkled. Moiraine felt a greater shock than on hearing that the Red Ajah wanted her in their hands. The look was so quick that he did not think anyone else noticed it, but to Rand it seemed to connect him with the Black Wind.
A movement at one of the doors behind the desk caught Rand's eye-a man starting to step into the anteroom, then turning away hurriedly. We could walk, or if you obtain permission to leave the Tower, we could picnic outside the city. Then he was gone, too. Most seemed intent on whatever they were about; though all looked at the newcomers, and even gave a friendly nod or a small bow, none stopped or spoke.
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