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Knowing they would get some good horses, he started back to the room. He was glad for not having to leave. And the East Gate would put them out of harms way, supposedly. That as much would be a Light given blessing to them. They needed some rich luck to see them out without a fight.

His return to the room was halted as the innkeeper stopped him, parchment in hand. Listening, he nodded and took the letter. It was the least he could do. Looking around, he whispered quietly where no one could hear.

"Thank you, friend. You do not know what it means to us. There will be gold left on the table in a silken bag. Take it. It is what you are justly due." Turning, as if not getting what he wanted, he acted the arrogant Lord and stormed back into the room. Once the door was shut, he didn't so much as appear arrogant. He did appear stately, but it was something beyond his control. He carried that air of authority and there wasn't any way he could belittle it.

"In a moment we will have horses out back waiting for us. Make sure you are ready to go. We are leaving through the East Gate as soon as we mount. Do not stop, and if you get separated, do not slow down. We will only be able to wait for so long." He picked up his armor bundle and unlaced it on the table. The pieces came apart easily and quickly he put them on his person. The only article to leave his body was the cape he wore. It was too awkward to wear with the armor.

In a matter of a few moments he had packed away the cape and soon in his redesigned armor. Looking back to Tazmin, he thanked her. The jet black, non glossy armor was something that amazed him in its appearance. It looked very elegant, but not evil. Something rarely pulled off with black.

"Also, we will be going to Tear. If we do get separated, find us at the Shining Pike." With that, he picked up his smaller bundle and left the room, leaving behind the bag of gold he said he would. Out back, the horses were almost ready. Choosing a dark gray stallion, he secured his bags and mounted, waiting for the group to catch up.

Seluth frowned as he listened to the explanation, first from Nanako and then from Kai. From the bits and pieces he was being told, he surmised that one of the women had channelled saidar. The Asha'man almost couldn't believe it. How bloody foolish could you get? In Illian!
Arvar passed his gaze over the occupants of the room, his gaze resting for a time on Gwynne. He didn't know her. And therefore, he didn't trust her. Not yet.

As Kai finished the explanation, he looked sharply at the youth.
"You are telling me that there is a Seanchan with us now?" Now Seluth really couldn't believe it. These people were out to conquer the continent, enslave every wielder of saidar and kill every wielder of saidin. And he was supposed to travel with one?

As Addin came downstairs and asked about a suldam, Seluth's expression turned first to one of mild incredulity, followed by exasperation. What had they done? There was certainly no two ways about it, in his view. Too much had been done, and too loudly. They couldn't stay here for long if they wished to remain unharmed.

Quietly, as calmly as he could muster, he spoke again. "To say that this situation is a mess would be an incredible understatement. If certain skills could have remained hidden, then we would have been much safer. I'm going to speak with Aorn, Liana and Tarma. They need to know about this."

Turning on his heel, Arvar walked back out of the inn again. Simply, he spoke to the others outside.
"There's been some trouble" He would have continued, if a vaguely familiar man had not approached them at that point. He glanced at the man. Then he realised where he knew the face from. He was an Asha'man.

Quizzically, the Arafellin gazed at the new arrival, offering him a polite greeting. He wondered what this was about. From the way the other Asha'man had run to catch their attention, the news must be urgent indeed.

Seluth listened to the man speak, a frown growing on his features. Once the explanation was finished, Seluth nodded his head faintly.
"The creatures of shadow cannot be allowed to break through from the Blight." The frown remained on his face as he turned to Aorn, speaking quietly to him. "We cannot stay in this city in any case. Thanks to some incredibly foolish actions, the Seanchan will most likely be alert to us soon, if not already"

Turning back to the other Asha'man, Seluth addressed him again. "If the group will allow it, I will assist. I cannot willingly sit back and allow shadowspawn to spill into the Borderlands.
But firstly, we all need to get out of this accursed city."

Kurai looked on as talk sprang back among her travleing compainoins. She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, as if to scatter a bird of a thought away.

"Aorn.........."She murrmured and looked towards the door, expectantly.

Selene just kept nodding her head dully, barely hearing a thing Jazral was saying. When they stopped outside the city to wait for the others Selene just slid off Thunder silently. "I knew I should've slept in my bed and not on the table, I'm just glad all of my gold was in my room." Selene just remembered something that made her smile a bit. "While you were gone I was an Illuminator, had to have something to explain my clothes. So I was, less then an Aes Sedai..."

Selene just couldn't bring herself to tell him exactly, not without some pushing of course. She knew she'd eventually tell him but she didn't want to tell him just yet. Grinning she picked a small flower and twirled it between her thumb and index finger.

Darz nods at the mention of Lews Therin as Lord Dragon. He is surprised by her sudden change in demeanor. He has no way of telling just what she is thinking, especially as Darz has no idea what the Breaking even is. Had she spoken of it or events leading up to it, he would only look at Gywnne as the ignorant would to the truth. Darz looks at her with a curious look, wondering what she's whispering about. He's even more curious of what she is thinking.

Yes, Lady? What Hall do you speak of? Do you know something of me? Truely! I...I must know...

That image returns as Darz pleads to learn something...anything of himself. He doesn't have anything. He doesn't even has his memories. No... Darz almost laughs as he recalls his sword, Silver Wind. He had that. He looks back to Gywnne, tilting his head. He still has an anxious look in his face, pleading to know of himself, but he also has a smile alight upon it.

Darz reacts as Gywnne would expect one from that era, the Age of Legends. He is hardly even taken aback by the name of the Dark One, spoken aloud. It's obvious he has hatred in his eyes for the one named, but that is it. It is as if he doesn't see the negativity in naming the enemy, not sharing in this era's knowledge of bad luck. The Hall of Servants, however, draws a completely different reaction in his mind. Darz holds up, with great pride, his...serving within it. He nods, almost far too complacient.

What you speak...has an air of familiarity...

Darz can't place it. Why was it so familiar. In his mind, he easily crosses Lord Dragon and Lews Therin, freely calling him either in his mind's eye. Darz watches Gwynne and the rest within the room...completely unawares of the reaction that may, very well, be taking place soon. Afterall, in his mind, there is no such taboo placed upon the Dark One's name.

Jazral eye Selene oddly, knowing full well she was holding something back. "What is it Selly?" A look of convern came across His face as he sat there in the grass . He watched Selene idoly pick a small flower from the grass and fidget with it. He eyed her sternly "Selene you know you can tell me anything, "

"Allow me to gather my horse and my belongings. I will not be long."
Turning away from the others, Seluth turned to head back inside the inn. Opening the door again, he noticed that some of the others had left the common room. Upstairs, probably, readying their belongings. Noticing that Kai was still seated in the room, sword beside him and a book in hand, he moved over to the youth.

"A matter of some urgency has just been brought to our attention outside. I'm afraid that I, and most likely Aorn as well, are going to have to leave the south at short notice. I'm going to gather my belongings."

With that, he left Kai and made his way up the stairs, rather more slowly than he would have liked. Once in his room, he set about changing his clothes, replacing the dressing on his wounded leg and packing his gear into his saddle bags.

He felt more comfortable in his blacks these days. They were a part of him, almost. Keeping his pins safely tucked away for now, Seluth pulled his black cloak back on, rolling up the one he had used for playing the part of a guard. Tugging the dark cloak closed over his blacks, the Asha'man slung his packed saddlebags over his shoulder, checked that he had everything and made his way back downstairs again.

Now he just had to ready the bay. After several days cooped up in a stable with no exercise, he almost dreaded to think how excitable and jumpy the highly strung stallion would be. This would be ...interesting.