[s]Goal: 100,000 New Goal: 200,000[/s] New Goal: 250.000

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Rand: I don't what to play your Great Game!

 

Cairheinin: Oooo, he's good!

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All again for you - we the kings

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High Lord Turak: Watch out, because I have long fancy fingernails and partially shaven head.

 

Rand: I have a Void in my head.

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Rand: Shouldn't you be helping me figure out what to do?

 

Moiraine: The Pattern will guide you. You alone must decide what to do.

 

Rand: What if the Pattern wants me to run off in the middle of the night?

 

Moiraine: Then I will become furious. Now excuse me, I must speak with a string of incoherent refugees.

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Rand: I'm feeling more and more pressure.

 

Perrin: That's odd. Must be because you're going insane. I must now be wary of you.

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Egwene: Tar Valon! Now we can finally get Mat the help he needs.

 

Verin: In a minute. I must stare at this wall.

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Moiraine: We are all on a sacred mission to protect the world. To do your part to save the world, Perrin, you must saddle my horse. Also, Perrin, the mission to save the world demands that you do my laundry. And fetch me some raspberries.

 

Perrin: That seems unfair.

 

Lan: Do, it sheepherder.

 

Perrin: Rand is "sheepherder." I'm "blacksmith."

 

Lan: Thanks. Do it, blacksmith.

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Moiraine: You must tell me things. Perhaps I can help.

 

Perrin: I talk to wolves.

 

Moiraine: Good luck with that.

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Gawyn: Hey, girls.

 

Egwene: Where's your brother?

 

Nynaeve: Yeah, where's your brother?

 

Gawyn: He's out buying more mirrors. I'll be crying under my bed.

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Elayne: I met Rand once. I love him. I will bond him.

 

Nynaeve: Has he given his permission for you to bond him?

 

Elayne: Do you want me to raise my chin?

 

Nynaeve: Fine.

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Siuan: You three must hunt the Black Ajah. You gut the fish, after you sail the Fingers of the Dragon. A silverpike in your skirts will bite you before the lionfish in your boat. The guppy in your hair will make you jump like an eel.

 

Nynaeve: Are you drunk?

 

Siuan: Yes.

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still no one?

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evryone must be out of it then

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Mat: Let's fight.

 

Galad: Not the face!

 

Gawyn: Yes, the face.

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Elayne: Mat, you must take this message to my mother.

 

Mat: Doesn't the royal family or the White Tower have carrier pigeons?

 

Elayne: Nope. Fresh out.

 

Mat: Seems silly.

 

Elayne: See this chin? I'll raise it.

 

Mat: Fine.

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Lan: Giant wolfprints in stone. Darkhounds.

 

Hopper: Shadow brothers.

 

Moiraine: Four-footed Darkwalkers.

 

Hopper: Nightrunners.

 

Lan: Those Who Cannot Be Named, Other Than To Say They Are Evil Wolves.

 

Perrin: You made that last one up.

 

Lan: Yes, I did.

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Rand: Tear. Here I am.

 

Bel'al: Step this way, please.

 

Rand: No.

 

Bel'al: Damn, he's on to me.

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Mat: I braved the Forsaken, Black Ajah, Defenders, and High Lords to save you.

 

Nynaeve: We were happy in our prison, thank you very much.

 

Egwene: Yeah, now we have to actually do stuff. Thanks a lot.

 

Mat: Maybe you'll acknowledge my effort in four books or so.

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Aiel: The Dragon Reborn!

 

Rand: What did you call me?

 

Aiel: Nothing. Go Rand.

[Crimson_Ayla]

Morning :)

 

But late morning for me cos im lazy so it's prolly afternoon for you

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its like a ghost town here

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its just past one. YAY someone else

[Crimson_Ayla]

Yay :)

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Pedron Niall: Fain, I've known you five minutes. You shall be my newest closest advisor. Take a legion of my men.

 

Fain: Cock-a-doodle-doo! Yip! Yip! Yeehaw!

 

Pedron Niall: Good plan. First we cock-a-doodle. Then we yip-yip. And finally, we yeehaw.

 

Fain: Shama-lama-ding-dong.

 

Pedron Niall: Interesting theory on the Shama-lama. But where is your proof?

 

Fain: Wicky-wicky-wicky.

 

Pedron Niall: Ah. Of course. You've been to Amadicia's great Wicky Wicky library. Both of its books must have been of great use to you.

 

Fain: [Drools.]

 

Pedron Niall: Good idea. Perhaps al'Thor can be lured out with piping hot ham.

 

Fain: [Eats a cockroach.]

 

Pedron Niall: Fain, with your brilliant insight on how to ambush an enemy by crawling like insects, the world will be ours in weeks!

 

Fain: Are you aware that I’m insane?

 

Pedron Niall: I haven't been aware of much since I locked myself in this office twenty years ago.