Alar led them past a tall oak, and there in a small clearing stood the big slab of the Waygate, the front of it delicately worked in tightly woven vines and leaves from a hundred different plants. Easing the Badger, it was called, though not even Nieda Sidoro, the innkeeper, knew what the name meant; there had always been an inn of the name in Illian. If anyone could free her and Min, Nynaeve could. His ribs creaked as if he had been struck with a hammer.
He is never there to talk with me. And he sat down in the street and began to laugh. Are you mad? Now that she had stirred life in the other woman, Moiraine returned to outward calm, herself. I fear I must leave you, Moiraine said.
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