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Watching the interaction between Gwynne and Jazral, he finally grew weary of her attempts to attack everyone she met. As far as he was concerned, she was an enemy if she continued to do this with everyone. He had patience, he could deal with it, but if she were to do this with everyone that she could come to meet, people would die. And he certainly was not going to put up with it.

Looking at Gwynne, that face a calm stone that evoked nothing but all the patience in the world, he spoke in a voice that was steady and without any of the irritation that was within him. He could have fooled even himself had he not known his true feelings.

"Gwynne, we do not need to interrogate every person we know. If you are uncomfortable around us, you are free to leave. We have no oath from you nor to you. You are your own person. Go where you will. But do not provoke us. We have done nothing to you to deserve this."

Standing up, he walked about the room, going to the window to look outside at the stable yard behind the inn. He knew there was a doorway into the alley back there. He had used it before. He had crawled through this window before. He had almost died in Illian so many years ago. But it was all behind him now. He was among friends, or at least neutral people. Turning around, he looked at Jazral with eyes filled with a past that sometimes grew too heavy. It passed before he spoke again.

"Jazral, this is Gwynne and Tazmin," he said, gestures to the two women to identify them appropriately. As Jazral looked to Tazmin, he explained her appearance. "Yes, she's Seanchan. However, she's joined our ranks." He met Tazmin's eyes and gave the briefest smile, one that might have never been had someone not been paying attention. Instead of sitting down, he remained near the window, leaning aginst the wall with a lazy grace. Time was slipping by, but he didn't have this horrible gut feeling death was approaching. It was comforting for a change to not feel that dred. Could it last? He certainly hoped so.

((And kai is never one to be left out))
::Kai's wandering eyes scanned the crowed. Unfamiliar with most of the faces of the group he did not notice Markus of Nikorou(sp?). He did however see Jazral...alone. Now, Kai grew up in a palce where things were ALWAYS as they should be...if something wasnt then something was wrong. A quick scan of the crowd saw that Denath was headed off in a very wrong direction, right into the midst of a dark alley way. From his vantage point, he saw the two brutes of men making their way to the crowd...very intent on the Two-Rivers boy. Knowing that Denath was as good as lost to the rest of the group Kai turned to Aorn.::
Excuse me, master.
::He shot Tarma a look before leaping over the side of the wagon. He landed and weaved his way uncannily through the press of people. The mash of bodies wasn't easy to push through, but Kai had purpose on his side. That and years of training meant he was stronger than his apearance suggested it. He made it to the mouth of the alley way, to the little space from which one could get a look at the whole street, but Denath was gone.::

"Now why do the young ones always try and be brave?"

::The stringy voice came from within the alley way. Kai's thoughts were immidiately dominated by a singular "oh no". He whirled around and went to the mouth of the alley way. Denath was sprawled on the ground, his own sword in the hands of his enemies and his staff beneath the foot of the biggest ugliest brute ever. Beyond them, piled garbage blocked the other exit. Kai's large frame cast a shadow across the dark space, attracting the attention of the thugs. The big one turned himself around, interposing himself between Kai and the scene.::
Gi outta 'ere. Nuffin ta see 'less ya wanna 'contribute' yer faluibles.
::Kai was silent. His hands clenched beneath the robes.::
You will drop your weapons, fiend, or suffer the consequences.
::The big one turned to his pal and laughed menacingly. He pulled out a short sword and pretened to drop it on the ground.::
Oh no..I have dropped me sword. What shall I do
::With an evil grin the man cracked his knuckles and lurched forward at Kai, a meaty fist swinging through the air like a morning star. Kai stepped aside and grabbed the man by the wrist as best he could, forcing the man to follow through and barrel straight towards Kai.::
Iorn Fist!
::The name came out automatically as the sickening crack of ribs was heard. The man stumbled back a bit, the wind knocked out of him. With a gasp, he collapsed on the ground, straining to breath. His accomplice turned his full attention to Kai with a look that was a mix of anger and confusion. Kai approached the man, still garbed with the robe. The man lunged and Kai side-stepped, but the other man changed from a thrust to a side swipe. The result was a small cute across Kai's cheek. Putting a hand and coming away with blood, Kai's anger rose. Suddenly, Kai was in a bear hug from behind. The large brute was putting aside the pain and literally squeezing the life out of Kai. That was deffinatly the last time Kai would make that mistake. The other man approached, lifting the sword for a neck thrust.::
See Biggs? I's told ya the young ones try to be brave?
::Kai looked aroud frantically, there wasn't enough time to take out both of them. For once in his life, Kai was suddenly afraid to die. It was a feeling so foriegn to him that he did not detect it beneath the raising panic that he was unaccostumed to. He tried to clear his thoughts but he couldnt....time...he needed...more....time::

Jazral nodded to both of the women as markus introduced them. "It is always a plesure to havew new traveling companions" Light how had markus picked up a seanchan women? There were certainly a lot of questions to be awnsered. "While we wait for Aorn and the others to return I sugest a warm meal and some drink"
(ooc) gah id post more later....need sleep now

Selene at first started to protest at being picked up until she saw the white hair and recognized the strong, but gentleness of the grip on her waist so she allowed herself to be taken away. Inside the private room Selene sat with her back straight and her legs tucked up underneath her, she wore her Aes Sedai calm like an article of clothing. The voices started to make sense to her, the words came through to her.

Blinking a few times at the young woman speaking to her warder, she was not having this behavior at all. "Excuse me, I do not think you have any rights to speak to Jazral as if he was an underling to you. In fact, I think you should apologize to him. Now." Selene's tone of voice gave no room for discussion, she may have been drunk and hung over but she was a Green and she wasn't going to let anyone speak to her Warder in that manner.

Selene folded her hands in her lap, her left hand over her right so that Gwynne could clearly see the serpent ring that sat on her thumb. The fierceness in her eyes was clear, she was mad, but she never let it touch her face. She kept it completely calm and devoid of emotion.

"An underling, Aes Sedai?" As when she had spoken of Nikoru, Gwynne's usage of the title was cold and insulting. "Not if you paid me in gold marks. Don't think that your serpent ring impresses me. I've seen them before." She seized saidar and wove her cloaking weave around herself. Without any change in expression, she wove a tiny flow of Air that made a faint popping noise directly in Selene's left ear. Then another flow that did the same to her right ear. "I don't like your sort. But I have nothing against you or your Warder... yet. I don't, for now, choose to insult." Gwynne turned to Jazral, her tone changing to one of apparently total sincerity, with only the smallest touch of a smile hidden in it to show Selene that she had not been cowed. "Forgive my ill-chosen words, wolfbrother." She turned back to Selene, her look one of challenge. "But you are leaving my question unanswered. Do you stand for the Lord Dragon, or with those in your Tower who would enslave him?"

(( Apologies for this, but I'm just stepping back slightly to catch up ))

Once in the carriage, Seluth stretched out his legs slightly, inwardly grimacing at the knot of pain in his thigh. Once they were clear of Illian and its Seanchan captors, he would have to ask Aorn if he could help. Light, even one of the Aes Sedai if it came to it. Pushing the irritating throb to the back of his mind, he turned to look at Aorn, the tiny bells fastened to his braids chiming with his movement.

Not there...? Then they were back to where they had started again.... Seluth's eyes took on a hint of mild frustration mingled with contemplation, but he said nothing. Instead he mulled over his own thoughts.
He didn't like Illian. It was too warm here, and it stank of the sea and of fish. The sooner that they had dealt with their business here, the better. But that had probably been complicated now that they had failed to find the book in the Darkfriend's manor.

The Asha'man glanced up abruptly as Aorn gave the command for the carriage to stop. Glancing around for the cause of the order, his eyes rested upon Nikoru, Markus and Nanako. He didn't recognise the two that seemed to be accompanying them. Ever reserved when it came to people he did not know, he offered the others a faint nod, cool and polite, before fixing his gaze upon the unfamiliars. He'd find out what this was about when they got back to the inn.

As the carriage resumed its trundling through the muddy, bumpy streets, the Arafellin lapsed back into his thoughts again. The carriage was quiet anyway with nobody talking very much. Until Kai suddenly jumped out.
With a start, Seluth sat forward, his hand clasping the frame as he searched for the man. He gave an exasperated groan. Even with his noticable height and hair, Kai had managed to vanish into the crowd. Frowning, Arvar searched the crowd for a few moments more before sitting back again, visibly frowning.

For the short time he had known him, Kai had not seemed like the type to follow orders easily. He supposed that there was a reason for this sudden burst of action, and that Kai would return to their meeting point in his own time. With a faint grunt of annoyance, Seluth shook his head, turning away from the side of the carriage. He would be glad to get back to the inn, and even gladder to get out of this bloody city.

Oddly, Addin's attempts to unhinge Darz have the exact opposite effect. He is calmed, almost soothed, by the sounds of the sharpening stone. Darz looks back to the table he'd created that...concoction at. He sighs as he leans back, trying to think on what little he's learned of himself. He knows a woman was slain under his charge. Who was the young maiden? Why...Why did she mean so much to him?! Darz looks to Addin as he clicks Silver Wind out and back into its sheath. He wonders if his sword needs sharpening.

Sir Addin. If you wouldn't mind, I could use that sharpening stone when you're done.

Interestingly enough, Darz returns to speaking Common once he has calmed down. He draws Silver Wind completely from its sheath and draws the blade near his face. He looks at his own reflection in the mirror-like shean. His deep sigh leaves a fog on the blade where he looks into it, and his almost plantinum-looking eyes seem to shimmer as he thinks. Darz then thinks back to the few people he'd met before taken off on a mission. Thinking back, he believes they may have mentioned this "Aorn" fellow. Tarma and Kai...were they alright? He almost chuckles at his silly thoughts. Of course they're alright! They were warriors, both, and he could tell they were both strong. This, however, brings back and undieing thought...

~Who am I?~



((I just realized something... It may have been Seluth instead of Kai. I just can't recall, so I'm not changing it.))

Selene's back straightened more, which most would have thought impossible. Her face was still emotionless, inside of her she was roping in her anger, it was not an easy task on any day of the year. Quietly she inhaled and let it out then said in a softer voice, "Perhaps you should get to know Aes Sedai before you make up your mind about us. All Aes Sedai are unique and different, much like a rose. They appear the same and may belong to the same breed of rose but each one is different, some are more uniquely colored but they all have a similar quality. For Aes Sedai and those training to be one our similar quality is the power to embrace saidar."

As she spoke Selene's voice and mannerisms had indeed softened, a small smile graced her lips even. "I haven't introduced myself, I am Selene Sedai of the Green Ajah. I believe your name is Gwynne, correct?"