Gnarled and white-haired, with long mustaches and thick eyebrows, he was frustrated patience from his sharp blue eyes to his boot soles. Nynaeve wished she did not know what the woman was thinking about. Loial's ears went rigid with shock, and even Gaul looked taken aback. By their icy expressions, this was in no way a use to which they had ever expected to put the One Power.
Once, as a girl, she had swung Master Luhhan's hammer against his anvil as hard as she could, and the shiver of it ran all the way to her toes. He frowned as the white-haired woman complied. As for their army, daughter, she says two or three thousand men at most. For such a scrawny woman, the Wise One had eyes like hammers.
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