The Gray are mediators, seeking harmony and consensus. The dice tumbled inside his head fiercely, yet that had nothing to do with his uneasiness. He pushed his hand to his side, but for an instant it wanted to rise to his ear again. Very possibly she might kill the infuriating man with her own hands, but he was not going to die tonight, cut down by soldiers with no way to tell which side he was on.
The newcomer, a youngish, long-nosed woman with a mass of incredibly red hair, spoke hurriedly. Simple truth was, Aiel and Cairhienin hated each other about as hard as it was possible to hate. We need, to be on our way, Elayne, not standing around. For what? Elayne wanted to know, as if that mattered.
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