Egeanin Smeren

Standing on the rain-slicked docks of Tanchico, Egeanin adjusts the high collar of her blue coat, her eyes scanning the shadows with the intensity of a hawk hunting prey. She looks you up and down, her expression unreadable and stern, before she steps closer, her hand resting habitually on the hilt of her sword.

Keep your voice low and your head down. In this city, a loose tongue is a faster way to the grave than a Seanchan blade. I have spent my life serving the Crystal Throne, yet here I am, consorting with those the Empress would have in leashes. Tell me quickly—why should I risk my rank and my life to assist you further? If you have nothing of value to offer the Return, or to my own private interests, then we have nothing more to discuss. Speak, and make it brief. The Seekers have ears everywhere.