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As Jazral was doing a walk around of Nim he suddenly smelled something. He took a few good sniffs "Selene? You don't smell that, do you?"

Selene looked at him oddly "No no not the horse" Jazral replyed as he took another sniff "...it smells of death and blood" Takeing a walk around the stables he tryed to find the source of the smell, although it was hard with so many horses, after some searching he found a small puddle of blood soaked into some hay near one of the horses, whos he couldnt remember "light, where did this come from?" Jazral took a good sniff of the blood and looked at selene "It's human"

Jazral rummaged around in the may alittle and after some time manged to find a small trail that lead up into the rafters where they Inn keeper obviously kept some of his supplies and hay for the hourses, there were a few small drips of blood on the ladder, but it was all Jazral needed to follow the scent unfortunatly the trail seemed to stop when he got up to the top, but there was still that odd smell, and the ever prestent smell of horses. He began diggin in the hay, and to his surpise his hand hit metal, he pulled his hand back, and it was covered in blood. Jazral lifted the hay up and to his suprise, admidst they hey lay a dead seanchan body, in the unmistakeable insectoid style armor. "Oh light" Jazral muttered to himself as he climbed down

Jazral looked at Selene how was still tending to her horse "Selene, I Think we have another problem other then Gwynnes foolish actions. Finish readying your horse, I need to go tell the others, when I return, we should leave, I don't think its safe here anymore. Not only do we have Gwynnes action but..." Jazral looked around to make sure nobody was around, the rest of his sentance was spoken in a quite whipser ment only for Selenes ears "We also have a dead Seanchan on our hands"

Jazral quickly turned and hurried into the building, walking straight into the back room, where most of his companions were. He look over and saw Nanako in tears and Gwynne comforting her, but he was to busy to care at the moment "Friends, It seems we have another problem," As he looked at Markus and Tazmin and realised his hand was still drenched in blood, He held up his hand, showing it to the group "We also have a dead Seanchan warrior on our hands, I'm not sure about any of you but I do not wish to stay a moment longer, Me and Selene shall be departing as soon as her horse is tacked up, I'd sugest we all prepare to leave as well. I do not wish to leave any of you befor your ready to go, but as you know, Selene Sedai's safty is paramount in this case. The body is in the stable loft under some hay, if you wish to see it for yourself. But I press we leave now" With that Jazral turned and headed out of the room

Kurai stood from her table. The others had come in and she went to stand with them. She saw Jazrels hand and sighed.

"That would be Addin and my doing and there are more than one up there....." She ran her hand trough her hair and gave a slight smirk, looking slightly abashed. "We Had to....They were looking for her. And I need to speak imidiatly with Aorn."

After hearing Addin's "confirmation" not to hurt the sleeping suldam, Darz nods with a sigh. He opens the door and walks out towards the second story (correct?) banaster. He smiles as he looks down upon the people. Compared to the hectic day he's had with Addin and Kurai, this was peace. Darz looks and takes note of various comings and goings, as well as two women he doesn't regocnize. is the only thought Darz has as he looks down. He has the strange feeling that they are warriors, and will be powerful allies.

It's about the time one of the females is comforted by the other...that a most ominous message is delivered. Darz doesn't hear any names, but Kurai's voice is one he recognizes. With wide eyes, he looks back to the room Addin still inhabits. Darz looks back to the tavern's first floor, ghost white. He is not pale from fright. Why would he be? He knows nothing of the plight they are truely in. He is, instead, pale from the message. Darz had hoped they wouldn't be in this much a haste. He'd learned so little of himself; though, he does feel this city does not hold all that he needs. When he finally finds the breath to speak, it is still in his, ancient dialect of Old Tongue, though quiet.

~May the Light protect us...~

Darz looks back to Kurai. Color has returned to his face, at least for the moment, as he allows himself a moment to think clearly. Darz could easily pack light. He owns nothing but his sword, and he has no money with which to make purchases. Darz lets out a shallow sigh, as if praying, before he dares speak again. Though he means to only carry this next sentance upon a whisper, he finds it coming out a bit louder -- in a "normal" tone of voice.

~Sir Addin... Lady Kurai... What have you done?~

Darz isn't really speaking to anyone, but his "attention" is directed, in a sense, towards Kurai. He closes his eyes before slowly opening them with a scan across the room. suldam to speak.> Darz finds himself sighing again as he leans upon the banaster...his hand still gripping Addin's...gift to him, that sharpening stone. Darz holds his sword in what might seem a precarious possition to others as he simply watches.

Gwynne stared somewhat blankly at the a'dam. For a moment, she had a wild impulse to put on the collar and ask Nikoru to don the bracelet. Fortunately, common sense overrode the urge. "Balefire..." she said, in a very small voice. Her tone changed slightly, as if she were quoting from a text. "Feared by Light and Shadow alike in its power, so horrible that the Breaking of the World itself saw it not." She would have said more, but Darz appeared first.


At Darz's first audible words, Gwynne sat up so sharply that she nearly knocked herself out of her chair. Her head whipped around to stare at him. That accent! During her time in Ebou Dar, she had come across a very ancient tome in a library, written shortly after the Trolloc Wars, that described the dialects of the Old Tongue in tremendous detail. She could not understand the actual words of the language, but nearly every accent of it was absolutely unmistakable. Unable to keep the book, for its owner refused to give or sell it, she had memorized it, burning the knowledge into her mind. A lucky thing, as it turned out, as the entire library burned down shortly after. The dialect Darz had just used was impossible. Only a male Aes Sedai of the time of Lews Therin Telamon, and a fairly powerful one at that, would have such a perfect inflection. The book had been very clear that no one since the Breaking had been able to speak the dialect at all clearly. Only by reading the book himself could a man be so fluent in it, and that book no longer existed. How...? And that sword! Gwynne knew cuendillar when she saw it. Forgetting Nikoru, and even Nanako, she stared wide-eyed at him. "Who... what are you?"

Gwynne stared at Darz in even greater amazement than before. His words drove the impression even deeper. Not even reading the book could give anyone such a perfect rendition of the accent. But she could make no sense of his meaning. Did this man speak only the Old Tongue? Who could possibly do this? One of the Heroes of the Horn? But Gwynne knew of no legends of a male Aes Sedai from pre-Breaking bound to the Wheel. Am I dreaming? Is this Tel'aran'rhiod? There seemed no reasonable explanation. "Do you speak Common, da'es shan?" That title, at least, she remembered from somewhere in her travels. "Great Lord," it meant, but she had used an inflection on the first word that put respect for the Light into it, making it very different from how Darkfriends referred to the Dark One. Gwynne seemed to have forgotten Nikoru's and Nanako's presences entirely.

Gwynne blinked twice. He has no idea what he's speaking like... Suddenly remembering Nikoru's presence, she turned to look at the Aes Sedai for a moment before turning her gaze back to Darz. She chose her words carefully. "You speak as one of the faithful to the Lord Dragon. As one who walks the Hall..." Suddenly it sank in that if he was the ancient Aes Sedai his dialect insisted he was, it meant she was speaking to a male channeler, one doomed to go mad in the end. Was amnesia a sign of madness? Gwynne found herself glad that there were Aes Sedai near, a sensation nearly as unfamiliar and unsettling as that of the man himself. "The taint must hold you..." she whispered, her voice shaking with fascinated horror. She stepped back, instinctively reaching for saidar and catching only the cruel laugh of her block. "Aes Sedai," she whispered to Nikoru, "he may be able to channel." My Lord Dragon, protect me! she screamed silently, futilely.
(OOC edit: 100th IC guild post!)

"While that is true, my duty is to put your safty above that of others, includeing my own" Jazral turned down another one of the major streets and started heading towards the east gate. It didnt take long to reach the city gates, where four seanchan guardsmen wearing their insectoid armor, were inspecting those comeing in and out of the city. To Jazrals surprise the men just waved then right on past...maybe they were looking for somebody..light he hoped it wasnt any of their group. As soon as they were outside the city limits , he broke into a slow canter, and Selene followed. They road untill they reached about 5 miles outsite illian, where they could clearly see any seanchan patrols comeing after then, should that actuly happen. Jazral doughted the would be so lucky as to get away without a conflict

"We should wait here for the otheres, I do hope they are not long"
Jazral unmounted Nim, brushed him off alittle and proceded to sit in the short grass, and converse with Selene.

Smiling at his long lost friend, he bobbed his head in the manner of an innkeeper, all too happy to see anyone in his establishment. But he knew the twinkle in his eyes was of a doomsday grief. His last encounter with Markus had nearly driven him out of business and nearly cost him his life. He wouldn't voluntarily put himself there again, but times were desperate and if they didn't leave, he might not have a chance to see his business flourish as it once had.

"It do good to see you too, Markus, though the times do nae be as they once were. They do be worse." He jollied as he said it, as if making a grand joke. He loved jokes. "Five horses, eh? I do think I can help you with that request. I do have five horses that I could sell. Or steal from patrons if do come to it. I do suppose you do be needing them now?" He sighed a bit. "You do be a thorn to me Markus, but you do have coin enough for motivation. Be at the stable in five minutes. They will be ready for your departure."

Turning to go, he realized there was one more question unanswered. He grinned at Markus, then spoke with a quietness that he hardly heard himself. "The East Gate do be least protected. I do think it will change soon, though. You must hurry if you wish to escape. Let me see to your supplies." With that, he went through the inn to the kitchen where he foudn his stableboys and told them to ready the five best horses available. He then returned to his office and retrieved a parchment he had kept in safekeeping for a while now.

Markus was on his way back to the common room when he caught him. "I do have a request, if you don't mind. This is a letter to a friend in Tear. Carry it and find the Shining Pike. Do make sure he gets it." Holding the letter out, he waited anxiously for the letter to be taken.