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Nanako sat, and watched what was going on around her. She had all the fiath in Markus' ability to get the needed horses, but dreaded riding an unfamiliar animal, potentially in a chase, while still under the influence of her "calming drink".

The thought of it made her head spin, but the words uttered from Gwynne's mouth literally made her head hit the table. Cursing aloud, she couldn't quite decide what called for it the most. Gwynne's audacity or her foolish action which made her head feel as though she split it open.

Bloody place, bloody foolish girl, bloody light forsaken drink!

Grimacing, she decided it best to simply leave, and deal with things later. As they had just arrived, she simply picked up her bags and headed outside to where Markus and Nikoru had already mounted. Squinting and cursing against the brightness of the sun, she simply mounted the first horse she came upon in an uncharacteristicly gruff fashion. She was getting weary of the constant action this group seemed to attract, and simply wished for a uneventful period of a few days.

Hoisting her saddlebags around so it was more comfortable to get to what she needed, she let out a long sigh... hoping that the group would now mesh more kindly with one another.

Or light, I swear I'll knock my Old Friend from here to the blight if need me.

(( Edited my last one to fix that ))

Seluth walked the length of the stables, finding the stall that his horse had been stabled in. Setting down his saddlebags, he moved up to the horse's head, letting the animal know that he was there. He didn't particularly want to be kicked right now. Turning to Kai, he spoke quietly.

"Trouble in the Borderlands. A comrade has asked that Aorn and I move to assist them." He gave the youth a meaningful look as he spoke the word 'comrade', before moving to find the bay's tack. Finding the saddle that he vaguely remembered as having belonged to the horse, he began tacking up. He could have asked a stableboy to see to it, but he'd rather make as little commotion as possible.

The Asha'man hoped that Kai had picked up on the hint. He wasn't about to spell it out loud, not here, but neither did he want the youth kicking up a fuss about channelers. Since his intentions seemed to be to come along.
Buckling on his saddlebags, and tightening the saddle's girth, the Arafellin took the bridle and began to back the highly strung horse out. The stallion danced a little, tossing his head.

"Watch this one. He jumps more than a rabbit does." Seluth grunted faintly. He hadn't even given the horse a name yet. On the rushed journey down to Illian, it had just been 'the bay'. He'd intended on trading the horse for another more suited to battle, but time had run out on him. It had run out on all of them.

Even if Darz were not amnesiac, he wouldn't recollect the events Gwynne just related. They occured some time after his departure from the Age of Legends. In the present, however, his amnesiac state seems oddly selective. He's forgotten more about himself than of history and skills. Darz looks to the stairs and decides to take her advice. He feels vital importance in rediscovering himself. He answers her hidden question as he walks down the stairs.

I'm sorry... I don't recall that. I was...I was on a mission...

Even to Darz, that statement came from out of nowhere. What was his mission? How did he know Lews Therin? How did he hear of the Shayol Ghul? He knows he could never have named any of them on his own...without stimulation. That had to be it! Darz wonders if, maybe...just maybe, stimulating his brain enough might bring his memories flooding back. Darz notices Gywnne leave the room. He thinks on following her for a moment, but, feeling the need to have his memories back, he does come to the quick decision to follow. Darz does so while keeping his distance, but he does have one more thing to add.

Please... What else can you tell me? I feel as if I've learnt more of myself in just our talking.

The borderlands?
::Tarma grew up there. He had heard legends and knew its people survived harsh conditions including trolloc attacks::
But that mean snow, and horses, and how long is it going to take anyway? We are all the way down here in the south and we have to trav...
::Kai relised what that looked had meant now. His face contorted in a look of disgust.:: Oh no! More of those?
::He slumped back against the wall and sulked a bit.::
Well anywhere is better than here. I'm surprised no one has picked up on a missing suldam, a whole troop of missing guards and a cha...one of 'those' people doing their thing around here.
::Then another detail dawned on Kai. He scrambled up against the wall looking at Seluth.:: You? One of Aorn AND your comrades? That means your one of them!
::Kai's last comment came out in a low growl.::
Oh bloody light-forsaken luck! Is there anyone here who can't do that other than me.
::This whole bloody troop was made of those witch-things...these channelers. He poked the empty space in his mind that used to be inhabited by the comforting twirl of his crescent and almost sighed. Once out of this city, Selene's ban on wearing it would be lifted. At least he would be able to fight when they get to the borderlands. Perhaps train some more with Tarma...::

Throughout the entirety of the situation, Aorn had simply sat and absorbed. His admiration of Markus however, noticeably increased as the man quickly took hold of the situation. Then, the room went to chaos as people began moving in each direction.

Then, as if from nowhere, there was a man on his arm that was Asha'man. Familiar, yet not so, he sensed kindred in the man that came from all men who could channel since Saidin had been cleansed.

Listening dutifully, Aorn accepted the orders of the man with a nod, and took two steps with his limp, then realised he was among friends. Casting the expensive silk robe over his head, he strode across the room like a man possessed. Glad to finally be free of the facade, Aorn didn't care that he strode across the inn in little more then an undershirt and breeches. Striding upstairs, he quickly dressed, the black lining of his clothes feeling good against his cool skin. Undoiing the braids on the front of his hair, his hair spun down uncharactaristically in his eyes, his teal eye shone like a beacon behind the veil imparted.

Attaching his pins to his teal doved cloak, Aorn inverted the collar. No need to cause problems yet... Aorn smiled slightly to himself. Sending out a feeling of warmth to Kurai, he adjusted his eyepatch and buckled up his sandals. Striding back downstairs, Aorn took one last glance at the chaos and approached his friends.

"Markus," he said slowly, his voice tense. "You have your path in life, and I have mine. We have both changed much since that night we met so long ago, when we battled a darkhound with Nikoru-Sedai's help." Aorn grinned, hoping his friend would not be too put off with their leaving. "However, it seems that our roads are not meant to be parallel, at least not currently. Seluth and I have recieved word of a falling outpost near the blight and it's border. We will go to assist. Kai is coming with us, and any more who you think you can spare. I know you have your own road to follow, and I wish you the best. May our roads cross more in the future." With that, Aorn nodded briskly, taking his leave of his ally and friend. Turning quickly, Aorn winked with his one good eye.

"You seem to have a volatile lot of females around you my friend. Keep yourself safe from the shadow and them."
Nodding apologies to the Seanchen woman who he had not been formally introduced to, Aorn grinned. "Maybe next time our visit will be longer friend warrior," Aorn almost shouted over the din. "But have them tell you the stories of our travels over the campfire at night. I'm really not as bad as they'll make me out to be."

Turning, as he was striding out the door he saw many people that he knew were going to be going in seperate ways. Some, he may never see again. Sighing inwardly, he strode over to the girl that was referred to as Gwynne, who was deep in conversation with Darz.

"They call you Gwynne." Aorn let the statement hang in the air for a moment, then extended his arm. "I am Aorn. I don't know what you've learned of our group, but we are all of quite interesting skills. You are a welcome addition in my mind, as long as you don't go around killing people. Be welcome and know that the people here will accept you for who you are, and not what you have been. You are blessed with both a gift and people who will teach you to use it for the world of good." Aorn leaned across the table and smiled at Gwynne, hoping the next statement wouldn't make her fly into a murderous rage. "I don't know what you have learned, but if you believe me, Saidin has been cleansed. I am Asha'man, and a follower to the Dragon. I will stand for the light until I fall, and no madness fogs my vision. Many of our group can channel, and many can help you learn more. Just because you have been alone in the past doesn't mean you're alone anymore friend Gwynne." With that, Aorn stood and strode away, his black cloak with teal doves fluttering in the breeze behind him.

Striding outside, Aorn nodded to Seluth and the other Asha'man. Seeing Nanako atop a horse and in fits, he quickly prepared Cloud and rode up next to her.
"You've lost a friend I see Nanako," he said knowing that the girl missed her horse by the look on her face. "And this one," he motioned to the horse under her. "Isn't used to rough work."
Sidling up to her side, he leaned close enough so that she could hear him totally. "I have know idea what happened in Tanchico, and frankly, it's probably best if you put it behind you. Gwynne is a fiesty one, and you are her calm half. Be strong, and she will follow by example. You will learn, and you will be great."

Jumping off of Cloud, Aorn unhooked his staff sheath and offered the reins to Nanako. "Here. He's no Aldo, but he'll see you safe, and I won't need him as much where I'm going. Just you take care of each other alright? That way, next time we meet, I can be happy about seeing you both." Not waiting for a word in response, he left her speechless with Clouds reins. Clucking softly, he whispered soft words in the horse's ear and heard the horse sniff and snort. Then Aorn patted the gelding on the nose, and turned to where the Asha'man was waiting.

Seluth, Kai and the Asha'man stood still, Seluth still working with the reins of his new horse. With his saddlebags over his shoulder, Aorn grinned as Kurai and Captain Addin broke out of the house with their things.

"Nice of you to join us," Aorn said with a smile and a warm feeling for his bonded. "We're about to leave. Care to accompany us?" Turning back to the Asha'man that was simply a messenger, Aorn nodded a second time. "We're ready."

Seluth gave Kai a long look before he nodded. He had not realised that the youth had not known about him. But then, it made sense. He had only caught up to the group just before Illian, and he had been unwilling to channel while in the city.

"I am what I am," he replied simply. "And I do what I have to do. Just as we all do." With that, the borderlander began to lead the skittish horse outside, the familiar jingling accompanying his movements as always.

Moving over to the other two Asha'man, the Arafellin gave them a nod. He was ready also.

Dispite his curiosity Jazral pushed aside his questions, and smiled. Light he hated it when she did this. "Nothing as improper as you, I can asure you that" Jazral looked at Selene and chuckled alitte "No, I spent that night on a roof top with Denath keeping watch. Aorn, Liana, Dobler, Tarma and...Kai went into a darkfiends manor under a guise to retrive a book containing knowlage of trollocs. They took all night, but they finaly found it, not long after sunrise. This is another one of the many reasons we're no longer safe in Illian, riders were dispatched shortly after we left, the lord of the manor may have been alerted to our actions there. Although personaly my night was rather uneventfull" He eyed Selene and jokeingly added "You know how I am"

Jazral looked back towars Illian, He could see no horses or people yet they were far enough out even his eyes might miss something comeing from the gates. "Denah is an interesting indavidual though, he's easily distracted but I think he has the potential to become a warder

((yo nim, we never found the book. We concluded it was moved or never existed. You might wanna change that))