“This came from one of our agents in Cairhien, but it was sent by Toveine Gazal.” Tarna’s eyes jerked to Pevara’s face at the mention of Toveine’s name, then fell to reading again. Her stony face did not change even after she finished and let the paper roll back into a tube in her hand. “This changes nothing,” she said flatly. Coldly. “It only makes what I suggest more urgent.” “On the contrary,” Pevara sighed. “That changes everything. It changes the whole world.”
