Rand sits up, giving a stretch and walking over to the water basin next to the bed. With a few splashes on his face, he already feels more awake.
Sleeping and otherwise resting in his room for four days has given him a lot of time to think. On Lewis Therin. On the final battle. On who he is, and what he must become to survive.
Tugging on his breeches and donning a light shirt, he channels a small amout of spirit, and leaves his room. Following the guide, he finds himself outside of another door. Moiraine's door.
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Date: 2004-11-19 04:48 am (UTC)Sleeping and otherwise resting in his room for four days has given him a lot of time to think. On Lewis Therin. On the final battle. On who he is, and what he must become to survive.
Tugging on his breeches and donning a light shirt, he channels a small amout of spirit, and leaves his room. Following the guide, he finds himself outside of another door. Moiraine's door.
He knocks lightly.