That's what I wanted to ask. Egwene frowned at the tree, perhaps half a mile from the line followed by the soldiers and Suroth's palanquin. A ship, Nynaeve said thoughtfully. Somewhere they had found a proper staff to replace Perrin's sapling.
I understand you intend to sail soon. Rand felt for a heartbeat, and sagged with relief when he found it. The women barely glanced at him, and went right on clearing his clothes-and Mat's and Perrin's-out of the wardrobe and replacing them with new. Nynaeve managed to pick up the silver collar without flinching.
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