Romanda: Who comes before the Hall?

 

Egwene: [baring chest.] I am a woman.

 

Sheriam: [baring chest] I am a woman.

 

Anaiya: [baring chest.] I am a woman.

 

Uno: [baring chest] I am a woman.

Taim: My Lord Dragon, we have rescued you.

 

Gedwyn: Kill the Dragon.

 

Taim: Not yet, you idiot.

 

Gawyn: I will see you dead, al’Thor. Right after your men let me go.

 

Kiruna: Ah, young al’Thor. We, the haughty queen-like Aes Sedai, and the haughty farmwife Aes Sedai, shall help you since you clearly need someone to hold your hand…

 

Taim: Kneel to the Lord Dragon. Or you will be knelt.

 

Rand: Ah. All I had to do was become the most powerful warlord on Earth to get a woman to stop nagging me.

Demandred: Have I not done well, Great Lord?

 

Dark Lord: YOU HAVE DONE WELL, DEMANDRED. MY BIG VOICE SYSTEM WORKS GREAT. CHECK ONE, CHECK TWO. TEST. TEST. YOU WILL NOT BE NAE’BLIS. TEST. TEST. __________________

Perrin: Faile, are you okay?

Faile: Smell my spiky-jealousy-mixed-with-hurt scent.

Perrin: Smell my sick-of-your-stupid-scents scent.

Faile: Now we’re getting somewhere.

Dark Lord: SO, MOGHEDIEN. DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE FUNNY IMPRESSIONS OF ME.

Moghedien: Ah, heh, heh, Great Lord. That was actually Demandred’s idea. I don’t really like doing impressions.

Dark Lord: OH, NO, MOGHEDIEN. I THINK YOU LOVE DOING IMPRESSIONS. NOW YOU CAN DO AN IMPRESSION OF A BEETLE AS YOU CRAWL BEFORE ME. THEN YOU CAN DO AN IMPRESSION OF A PUPPET AS MORIDIN CONTROLS YOU WITH A MINDTRAP.

Moghedien: That seems like a hard life.

Dark Lord: WELL, AT LEAST YOU’RE NOT FLOATING IN THE GIANT FIERY TOILET.

Mat: What will we do tonight?

Beslan: Tonight is Swovan Night. Custom says we drink.

Mat: We did that the other night.

Beslan: That was The Festival of Lights. Custom said we would drink.

Mat: How about next week?

Beslan: The Festival of Birds. Custom says we drink.

Mat: The day after that?

Beslan: The Festival of Drinking. Good day to drink. Oh, and I know my mother is forcing herself on you.

Mat: Custom says I must drink.

Mat: You may need help obtaining the Bowl of the Winds.

Nynaeve: Matrim Cauthon! That is ridiculous! We have never needed help doing anything! Except escaping those bandits in Cairhein. And getting out of the Stone of Tear. And escaping Ronde Macura in Amadicia. What are the odds we will need help this time?

Gholam: Pretty good.

Sammael: Come and get me in Shadar Logoth, if you dare! No one can kill me, fool! Hahahahahaha…

Mashadar: [Gulp.]

Ethenielle: Anyone have any idea what the hell we’re doing?

Easar: No.

Paitar: Nope.

Tenobia: No idea.

Ethenielle: Okay. let’s smear our blood together.

Bashere: There are reports of a huge Seanchan army with hundreds of damane advancing towards Illian. You command over a million soldiers, and hundreds of Asha'man.

Rand: I will take 5,000 soldiers and eight Asha’man.

Bashere: It should work. With your mediocre planning and surrounding yourself with those who hate you, once again, you should just barely avoid complete disaster.

Lelaine: Mother, you must listen to my selfish demands.

Romanda: No, Mother, you must listen to my selfish demands.

Egwene: Perhaps I should ignore you both.

Lelaine & Romanda: Light, how did she figure that out? she’s possibly the smartest Amyrlin ever.

Lady Riatin: We are pillow friends.

Random Windfinder: Yes, we are. Lady Riatin: Any idea what "pillow friends" are, or what plot function we serve?

Random Windfinder: No.

Lady Riatin: Then it’s best we hide in this room.

all alone then

still wow

then I spam more by myself

or not

meat sounds

I'm here

 

but I'll wait until I have a woman to roll her eyes at me

and why?

 

:suspicious:

ooh yay two hour timezone catch up

oh no an explanation on how I have recovered my RAWR

I imagine the reasoning is very eye-rolly

Ok. Although I prefer rolling hedgehogs. With flamingos.

I prefer this hedgehog

*spike*

 

So sleepy