We have two sniffers, now. Ryma, of the Yellow Ajah, and Egwene al'Vere. He hesitated a moment before opening it. A window at the top of the house flew up, and Uno stuck his head out, staring around wildly.
She took the stairs as if she were certain anyway, and the others followed. Most of the finery was tattered and ill-fitting, as if made for someone else originally, but if some of those who wore it eyed his fine coat, none seemed to take it amiss. She told Elayne as much. They had laughed at him, too, apparently thinking he would not notice, or else that a full purse stuffed in his pocket would heal any wounds.
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