After a long, sweaty day at the ol’ forge, a shirtless Perrin walks back with Zarine to the inn. Perrin gets all nervous around her, and he thinks perhaps it’s because this may still be the beautiful woman that Min warned him to stay away from. Well, too fucking late for that.

Moiraine and Lan are waiting at the inn. Rand is in Tear, and strange, spooky things are happening that may be the reason why the whole down looks like they’re one mean word away from slitting their wrists. Perrin admits that he has been dreaming about Rand (sexy), and so has Zarine, and so has the rest of the town. Shit is going down, as they say. Moiraine tells Perrin and Zarine and Loial to fuck off to Tar Valon until this all blows over while she and Lan deal with Be’lal. Perrin doesn’t wanna, but if he must then he must.

Perrin goes into the inn to find Loial and then hears a big thump behind him — the sound of Zarine collapsing to the floor. Moiraine tells Perrin not to touch her, and they notice that she was holding a small wooden hedgehog. Egads! A ter’angreal! She’s still alive, but barely. LOL! Not in her body any longer, if anything. Probably in that ter’aran’rhiod place where all your dreams come true!

Moiraine and Lan leave. Loial shows up and expresses discontent that Moiraine and Lan just left Zarine there like a lump. Perrin crosses the threshold of the room through the door and suddenly ends up in one of his wolf dreams. Hopper the Wolf appears and tells him to get the fuck out, fool. He’s here “too strongly”. Perrin is like “Do I look like I give a shit? Let’s save the falcon.”

And so they try. I wouldn’t if I were them, but that’s because I’m lazy and I don’t care about people! Ha!