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Quietly, Rand sits at the bar and orders himself a cup of mulled wine. He sips at it absentmindedly as he unfurls a small stack of maps from a leather case that he's brought in with him, most of them focused on a northern mountain range labelled in large lettering as the "Borderlands".
He makes marks and numbers on each of these maps, writing with a quill dipped in ink, and occasionally adding notes to a small journal next to him. Every now and then he stops, and takes a long draw from the cup, pausing the look around the room, dark circles of sleeplessness under his eyes.
He makes marks and numbers on each of these maps, writing with a quill dipped in ink, and occasionally adding notes to a small journal next to him. Every now and then he stops, and takes a long draw from the cup, pausing the look around the room, dark circles of sleeplessness under his eyes.