It had to be. The two women were crowded into Chesa's small tent before Egwene knew either existed. What good to tell him he would almost certainly fail without a woman who was dead and gone? He became bleak too easily as it was. An icicle stabbed into Perrin's chest.
I've never heard of this Bowl of the Winds, but there is a storeroom such as you describe over— Belowstairs, a woman channeled briefly. Once food stops going in. But the smile lasted only a heartbeat. Arms folded tightly beneath her breasts, she was drawn up to every inch of height, imperious to the point of bursting.
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