BlueWildRye

I throw multiple wired lobs at Piano Savant, grabbing the sandwich and doing a backflip before hitting Living Glass' jet and falling to the ground.

Wyldri tried to blow the vines away with the wind, but they wouldn't budge. "It's almost as if whatever druid is growing this is specifically trying to slow us!" she exclaimed, pulling her rarely used machete out from her belt and slicing at the vines as well.

The sandwich drops to the ground.

Does anything matter?

Coincidentally, that is also the direction that Druid is. It was difficult to hear it, especially now that the fog rolled in, it was almost impossible to notice. "Do you think I should scout ahead?" Wyldri asked, pushing herself a few feet into the air with more effort than it should usually take.

337. Be a normal citizen and have shot a gun multiple times, and not just for practice.

335. Openly love anything edible.

What if we just let him live? We promised not to speak of this, remember?

"Should we keep moving?"

It has a silver chain for cognitive anomalies. Uh, also, my profile picture is what the chicken looks like.

What if I don't want to?

Oh wow I didn't think of that!

Did she leave Roshar? I thought she was going to Cultivation's Perpendicularity to re-enter the Physical Realm and find Zahel. Also I think that was in Oathbringer, not WoR.

"Finally!" I say, holding up the sandwich clone and stepping out from under the wreckage. I take a bite to test that it is really an exact duplicate. It is not. It tastes like plastic.

Wyldri sat up warily, hand going to her bow. "I don't like this," she said, "not enough air." She tried to look through the thick fog, stepping towards the middle of the campsite. It was more open there than by the trees, but it still felt suffocating.

I jump out elongated like a noodle, then give Vyzkel a box that generates 10 billion dollars every hour, to make up for the lack of payment. I then run over to Unintelligenius and give him another box generating 10 billion dollars an hour, take the sandwich, and bring it to my testing facilities, where I plan to clone the sandwich. It will take several years to invent all the equipment, though.

331. Knowing... certain facts about nothing.

It holds a Dawnshard.

Okay, okay, hear me out. I don't think Kaladin is going to end up with anyone in Wind and Truth. There just doesn't seem to be enough time for him to get into a relationship, and most of the characters he could end up with are already somewhat taken. Shallan is now married to Adolin and seems to be pretty set on him, I know some people say Jasnah and Kaladin might be interesting but of course there's that age gap as well as her dating Hoid (I don't think they stay together though, but that's a whole other topic). Also, he's going to be in Shinovar with Szeth for book 5 , or at least for a part of it. So, there's a very small chance he gets into a relationship in the next book. But if I had to ship Kaladin with anyone, I came up with a very interesting one, and that is Azure, also known as I don't know, but Kaladin interacted with her more than he has with Jasnah so I suppose it makes sense. I'm not sure if this would even work, but I just wanted to get it out there because I haven't seen anyone talking about this yet. Thank you!

I throw 1 billion dollars in cash at your face because I forgot your reward, and even that is only a tenth of the Sandwich's worth.

It attended Hogwarts and is the Avatar, and is a Jedi.

"I guess so. I'm going to go to sleep. Wake me up if you need anything." Wyldri walked over to an unoccupied corner of the campsite and laid down on the ground, then hesitated and levitated a foot in the air. She wasn't going to sleep where a snake or spider might bite her. There were too many stories of travelers in the jungle being found months later, bones picked clean. Although Wyldri didn't have bones, so she wasn't sure how that could be a danger to her. Wrapping her cloak around herself like a blanket, she entered a trance-like state that was the elemental counterpart of sleeping.

An Elantricken and an Aeggtherbound.

329. Knowing nothing about a person even after seeing and talking to them every day.