Hurin accompanied Rand downstairs. That wind. He did not mention the Trolloc he had killed, but from his frown, his long eyebrows hanging down onto his cheeks, he was thinking of it. She knew the name.
No more was needed. As he shifted over, his hand slid past the sword and touched the bundle holding Thom Merrilin's harp and flute. Hurin is the best way to find him. Rand glanced back at the woman.
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