Moiraine nods, agreeing with it, and a moment later her hand reaches to under her coat, pulling a dagger from its hidden sheath.

"We don't all need to have a hand in it." An agreement was one thing, accepting the consequence, and whilst Moiraine wasn't fond of the idea of actually killing someone it was the best choice, an act she would do. And shoulder, as she had everything else for twenty years.

"But it can be done."