That he wasn't in that study was a miracle, a blessed one as she didn't want to be in those walls for a while longer. If he was down in the fields she might have heard him which just left his room, not exactly the best place for her to be in but, oh well. This was more important. She pushed his door open, plenty noisy, and leaned against the frame whether he aimed his guns at her or not.

"Wouldn't have been worth it, and probably wouldn't have slowed anything by much. You're their dinh, not their executioner."

And the true problem had very little to do with Roland and everything to do with Farson. People lost their way and became easily confused when things dragged on for too long. It was natural, but no easier to deal with.