The city seemed harder than stone, a bruising place, and shadows stretching across everything heightened the effect. At least Olver had not sneaked out to run with the street children; he seemed to enjoy that almost as much as he did making himself a nuisance to grown women. Egwene motioned them to wait. Her own empty sack was long since discarded.
They did not like being left behind. He could not break his word, least of all to the woman he loved. Voices conversing with them, telling them what to do. Even Chesa did not do better, but Chesa was always the servant, even if friendly, while Halima never showed the slightest obsequiousness.
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