Rand’s brows furrowed as he stared at the person before him. His arms crossed briefly, annoyance plastered across his face. A warder? No. Despite what Moiraine thought, he was not some helpless baby in need of constant protection. Sure, it might've been common for Aes Sedai to have warders. But he wasn't Aes Sedai, now was he? He was the damn Dragon Reborn!

“I don’t need a warder,” he said quietly, almost haughtily, turning his head away. “You should return to the White Tower. Or… wherever else you hail from.”