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On their way out, a young man who is Max Evans, no matter how much he doesn't look like it unless you're looking for bookcanon Max, leans over and places a piece of paper on Bar's surface.

"Make sure she gets it," he whispers.

To Moiraine Sedai:

Michael is in trouble.

Like Ford Prefect said, we're a bunch of troops without a general.

We've gone to get him. Don't worry about us. Much.

Hopefully back tonight. We'll probably need you.

~ Max/Zan