Mat had just gotten up. It was his first move since they had left the city. He was here. That was bad. He had some new powers as well. That was worse. Mat had spent the time since their departure thinking of how to tell his companions what was happening, something he had trouble thinking of himself. The power of Shadar Logoth, here. And a Myrdraal. The hound was here, and he would kill anyone who stood between himself and Mat.
Sherman and Eragon were walking not too far off, and Mat got out and made to join them. Suddenly, they drew their weapons and prepared for battle. Mat hefted his spear. Had Padan Fain found them again? If so, they would need to leave. Fast.