Sis. Sis. Sis?
"I have always thought of it as a sis symbol of what has been sus. It is only stone. Lol. I'm don't always stoned."
"More than that, I hope."
Verin's whiskers grew brisker.
"Eldest. Ah, ah! Forgive us for our lack of sand."
"Well, well, well. May you shelter in the sand."
And then the Ogier were gone among the saddles. She paused only for a glance at Loial, and a last admonitory look at Loial, and then as the soldiers shifted, she glanced at Loial, and then she looked at Loial.
"Is this necessary?" Verin said mildly.
Ingtar looked around. "Is this necessary?" Verin said cutting him off.
Ingtar made a circle. "IS THIS NECESSARY?" Verin said loudly. She paused.
"More than once I've heard you say you were Shayol fought if. Now, Rand, you have been transported by a portal."
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one else used a portal here. He led his horse around the stone, licking it up and down. And iown. And iown. And on. "Or better to put my hands on her
"IS THIS NECESSARY?" Verin said blandly.
"Olololol. I don't know. I do note of course. Something. Nothing. I don't know anything."
He wanted to touch saidin, but he did not want to touch saidin.
"It is one of three stone carvings for which I know the symbol. Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start. Do you smell something, Thor?"
"Absolutely nothing. Mat's derriere would kill us at a breath. As my father would have said, it's time to bark. Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark
"IS THIS NECESSARY?"
He heard a voice say "Ah. Nerrerran." Flicker.
And Rand's star rose, for he had learned the secret of weed, a secret he knew he had to keep and did.
"You uoy. You are the Dragonborn," she said quietly.
"I am Thor," he growled. "I am not the Dragonborn. I won't settle on curved swords." An arrow pierced his knee. Rand screamed.
A voice whispered in his ear, "I glooze." Flicker.
"Are you not willing to play chess?"
"No."
"Are you not willing to play cards?"
"No."
"Are you not willing to play Risk?"
"Whatever."
"Roll the dice." Rand stared, shaking his dice. Snake eyes. Rand raged.
He heard a voice say, "I have won again lul lan." Flicker.
He was a soldier shepherd beggar king farmer gleeman sailor carpenter. He was born, lived, and died a seal. He was executed. He died. He died. He died. He died as he died. And as his last breath rattled in his throat, he heard a voice whisper, "I have won, old man."
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"IS THIS NECESSARY?"
I don't even know.