Fain dropped to his knees, giving a good imitation of being overwhelmed. All was still and quiet there again. Loial nodded and moved his big horse away. Egwene frowned; he sounded odd.
Egwene backed away from the cell until she reached Rand, and only the edge of the light touched the bars of Fain's cell. His high-collared coat of dark blue bore the three running red foxes of the House Jagad as well as the stooping black hawk of Shienar. Well, sometimes you can run, he muttered. When they came pounding through the common room, Rand winked at the innkeeper, then laughed at his startled look.
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