Mat: *dyes his hair black*
Mat: * starts using black eye-liner*
Rand: Um. Mat? What happened..? You ok..?
Mat: THIS IS WHO I AM, RAND! *plays with knife*
Mat: *gloomy* All my friends are dead.
(to be honest, this chapter was a pain to get through. I just don’t enjoy reading about Mat at all. I don’t like it when he’s a naive, silly boy but he is even worse as a knife-emo)
Aram: Hello Egwene. I will woo you with poetry.
Perrin: Hello, call me Mr. Cock-Block
Aram: You are beautiful, Egwene! I –
Perrin: YOUR DOGS ARE PRETTY BIG, HUH?
Perrin: I wish Rand was here and could help me deal with women. He has a way with them!
Rand in the distance: *watches some lady braid her hair*
Rand: *thinks about Egwene braiding her hair*
Rand: *counts brush strokes*
Thom: Flee! You fools…
Perrin: So why do we have to stay here, Elyas? When it would make more sense to leave?
Elyas: Shut up! The author has some event planned, but we gotta stretch it out with a long travelling sequence. How else are we gonna fill those 700+ pages?! Eat your pie and watch the kids play, will ya?
Whitecloaks in the distance: Hey! We know how to fill the pages! We have ideas!
Lan’s face is stony, Moiraine is mysterious and Nynaeve is angry. Nothing new, folks! Keep on moving!