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Darz is, somewhat, confused by Gwynne's words to Nanako. He's further confused by Nanako's earlier words, however. How would he be seen if he did not adress proper respect. He has no idea what type of respect he's giving...he only knows he must... Darz looks ahead as he allows himself a moment of thought, still listening to the girls' banter. When Gwynne engages in private conversation, he turns back to her in and equally decible-lacking tone of voice.

I will do as I have vowed, Lady Gwynne. However...this arrogance...is not befitting the Light.

Lady Nanako...I fear giving anything up, even seemingly unimportant formalities, may retard my progress... I must be rid of this amnesia!

Darz speaks almost forcibly towards the end. It may surprise Gywnne that he changes his attention so rapidly, but he had to adress both. Darz pays his attention back to Gwynne...though, keeping it open for Nanako or any of the ohter traveling companions.

Sense wolves? What was Jazral talking about? Denath waited for the Warder to offer up an explanation, but the other man offered none, steering the conversation to Denath and his bow.

"No I've never shot for horse back, a little impractical with a Two Rivers bow. It's nearly as big as I am!" he said with a chuckle, his mood brightening somewhat.

He frowned, glancing over his shoulder to view the bow lashed to the saddlebags, protected from the elements by leather wrapings. "I guess it could be done, but the advantage of the Two Rivers bow is the range you can get with it, not the ease or speed with which it can be drawn. It's not easy to draw, and I'd imagine that being on a horse would make it that much harder, not to mention aiming would be next to impossible even at a slow walk. If you wanted to shoot from the back of a horse I'd think a small bow would be better. Easier to shoot, even while the horse is moving, but at the cost of range."

Denath's brow furled as he considered what the warder had asked. "Still, I'd imagine it could be done, even with a Two Rivers bow, but I'm almost certain you wouldn't get the results you wanted. But to answer your question; no, I've never shot a bow from horse back."

He turned back to the Warder, staring into his brazen yellow eyes, the same eyes as Lord Perrin, as another member of their hodge podge group. Lord Perrin had a wolf's head as his personal banner...there had to be a connection there, but what was it?

Jazral chuckled "Very true, You speek with good knowlage of a bow. Had I a shorter bow I would teach you to shoot from horse back, but it seems we will have to wait a while longer yet untill I can see what you can do with that bow of yours. Iv hunted with bows befor but never seen what a two rivers bow can do. If heard of their effectiveness but never have I seen one befor. I am somewhat anxious to see what one is capable of.

Jazral sences Denaths ceriousity about his abilities, and after a short moment he decides he owes the man an explanation, as the rode along, Jazral droped back alittle. Denath followed They put a little bit of distance between then and the rest of the group, enouggh to be out of direct earshot. You wish to know what I ment when I said I can sence the wolves no? Denath nodded. "Have you not heard of the wolfkin?" Denath shook his head. "Your lord Perrin of the two rivers is one, I'm sure you know of him. We as well as Nikoru Sedai are blessed with the gifts of the wolves, Amoung other things, the golden eyes. The ears and hair are also gifts from the wolves. Although each wolfkin manifests different physical atributes of the wolf we all shake similar abilitys. For example if I remember correctly Lord Perrin does not posses such pointed ears" Jazral pulled back his hood, that was hideing his face, and his pure white hair, revieiling long pointed ears "We are also graced with their sences as well, sight, hearing and smell. We can also sence and communicate with nearby wolves, much like the bonding between an Aes Sedai and her warder."

Jazral patted Nims neck and reached back pulling out some feed for the animal befor continueing "As the name sugests we are just that kin to the wolves, some of us more then others. Nobody knows how we become wolfkin. Not even the wolves I suspect, some say the wolves choose the wolfkin, some say we're born with it. In anycase we are a rare breed, many people fear us, not knowing what we are."

A sly little smile crossed her face as Gwynne now spoke. Nanako caught some very vague meaning from the Old Tongue, but she didn't quite trust her memory. It had be a very long time since she had practiced it, and just as long since she had heard it... well... at least until Gwynne had rejoined their group. Still, she responded as she thought was appropriate.

"I suppose you are right Gwynne. Though, speaking from personal experience, I'd rather not be placed there quite so literally again."

To distract herself from her own thoughts as much as to satisfy her own curiousity, she turned to Gwynne once again, feeling quite at home on Cloud's saddle.

"Gwynne... how long ago did you discover that you could channel? And where did you learn to control it?" Her own checks reddened as she related some of her own history. "Call me ignorant if you will, but it was only after I met up with this group that I discovered what I was truly doing. Afterall, healing has been apart of the women in my family for generations. We never thought anything of it, or if my mother did, she didn't pass it on to me before she died."

As Darz starts to speak, Nanako's attention is instantly drawn to him. Although his words make little sense to her, for she wasn't familiar with his dialect, a few words pop out in her mind. Lost, treasured, and maiden are the one's she's sure of, the rest being little more then a muddled phrase to her. It's more then apparent that he's distraught, and her heart cries out for him although there is little she can do.

Looking to Gwynne, she knew the other was much more apt to understand what the man had said, and hoped shed give some cue of it.

Denath smiled, "Any time, that is if we're not being chased by trollocs, or avoiding those Seanchan, or worrying about Dark Friends. Just make sure to keep your jaw bound tightly to your head. Usually people who see us Two Rivers folk shoot one of these for the first time have scratches under their chin afterwards."

Denath sensed a change in the Warder's mood though there was no physical sign. The other man dropped back a little, just enough so as to be out of earshot from the rest of the group. He followed suit, sensing that his mentor had something to discuss with him.

As Jazral explained about the wolfkin, Denath was stunned, fragmented pieces of information beginning to fall into place. He'd known there was some connection in wolves, but he'd assumed it was in name rather than an actual...connection...to them. Prehaps more shocking than the ability to communicate with the wolves was the actual physical attributes Jazral possessed. He'd known something was slightly different about the Warder's appearance, but Denath had never taken the time to actually puzzle out what it was, the eyes aside.

Denath simply nodded as Jazral continued to explain. The pieces now fit, though a multitude of questions remained. He decided not to pry though his curiosity was great. Jazral was his friend and mentor after all, wolfkin or no wolfkin. He'd already decided that Denath was trustworthy enough to be told what he had, and if he deemed Denath could handle what else he hid then Jazral would do so when he felt the time was right. That was if the Warder knew more than he had revealed. Denath had a feeling that Jazral was being as sincere as he could to anyone who was not wolfkin. Of all people Denath knew how hard it could be to explain to another what was in the depths of your soul.

"Many people fear what they do not understand," he said quietly as the warder finished, "They do not bother to judge a man by what is in his heart or soul, or by his actions. They merely judge him because he is different."

Turning in his saddle, Denath stared into the depths of the forests which surrounded them, his heart feeling clean and refreshed, his mind calm. He wondered if there were wolves out there right now. "And yet here you are, fighting to save the very people who would otherwise have named you a darkfriend and destroyed you without a second though. I sometimes think that it's irony that really turns the Wheel."

He turned back the warder, his eyes serious. "But everything aside, there is no one I'd rather ride beside than you; not any Asha'man, nor any Aes Sedai. You've shown more faith in me than anyone else in this group, even when I've done nothing to deserve it. If not for you I'd probably have died out on the battle field, and I was just a stranger then. If not for you I'd probably have ended up on the end of a Seanchan spear, or on the blade of some Dark Friend having done something foolish."

He paused for a second, realizing that he was beginning to ramble. Taking a deep breath he continued. "If not for you Jazral I would have probably been sent away form this group, or would have gone away myself, returning home in shame. Because of you I've managed to keep enough faith in myself to keep going, to try and do what part I can, no matter how small, even when surrounded by people with far more skill and experience, possessing abilities that I can never hope to possess. If you are willing to teach me what you can, then I am further in your debt, but know this; so long as I draw breath I will do everything in my power to see that the faith you have shown me was not misplaced."

Nanako certainly hadn't expected the response Gwynne had given, nor Darz's reaction to it. Staring wide-eyed at both of them, she didn't quite know what to say, and couldn't quite comprehend exactly what was going on around her.

Cursing herself, she hoped some form of explanation would come from either of them, although she only allowed askance to show in the look she gave to Gwynne. Why are they talking about serving the night? There are no Darkfriend's amoung us. Why would Gwynne make such and accusation.

Taking a breath, she then realized the rest of what Darz said. Slew her murder? Well, it appears as though some part of his memory is returning at least.

Hoping to coax some more information to clear her own confussion, and Darz's as well, she was careful how she phrased her next sentence knowing full well how frustrating it can be knowing that you should know something you simply can not remember. "Sir Darz, is there anything else about this maiden that you remember? Is there ANYTHING else at all that you can remember?"

She didn't want to simply blurt out if he remembered anything concerning the women's death. She didn't want to upset him, but talking tends to trigger memory better then anything else she was able to do when she had amnesia. Perhaps it would work for him as well.