"You would not be the first."

Moiraine knows this room. The look Harrow gets as she opens the wards is sharply considering.

"I myself have used Milliways as a place of study and preparation, as it happens."

The Aes Sedai glides through the open wards, the open door, and into the middle of the room. Her gaze falls on the image of the tower in its field, and a faint, almost rueful smile curves her lips.