"Anyway, the odds were against you. Most lost big, while only a few--" Rand paused dramatically "--won big." "Since you're here, I suppose you won big." He smiled. "Yelena, I'm always going to bet on you. You're like one of the Commander's terriers. A tiny, yappy dog you wouldn't look at twice, but once it grabs your pant leg, it won't let go." "Poison the dog's meat and it won't bother you anymore."