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Noj shrugged, she was contradicting herself by saying he was naive then offering him food. Whatever. Taking another loaf he began chewing on it, and scanned the room. The appeared to be the only ones out of place in the room, which meant that there was no Aes Sedai or Warder. They couldn't help but stand out, if anything but because of their pride. He had yet to see an Aes Sedai try to blend in as anything lower than an extravagant noblewoman with her battle hardened bodyguard. It was almost painful what they thought to be subtle sometimes. Only reason he knew was because during his time in the Andoran military before he had any real authority, it was his job to run back and forth from the Andor to the Tower and back normally as an escort, or a message runner, most of the time with Aes Sedai, so he had played 'the servant' way to many times to count. He knew a few of the women who had seen him enough to begin making a game out of it. Sigh. "So, how long do you intend to stay here?"

Noj shook his head, taking another bite from his bread, chewing, then swallowing. "I don't know, they can be weaselly. But don't worry about it, I just have a habit of staying on guard even when I don't have to, which isn't really a bad thing, at least I think. Enough about that though, I'd have to say that I agree. I'm not very useful at this point physically." He could still channel, but that was come and go anyway. Whatever. "Besides, the Aes Sedai aren't the only thing I'm looking for, remember that I said our past few days have been insane? I'm looking for anything."

Noj shrugged, not really caring where they went, and continued to sweep the room with his eyes. The thing in the room that was most out of place was of course, him. At the same time as he looked around, there was nothing that exactly escaped his vision either, it was just a dreary little town tavern apparently. It seemed an alright place to settle in for a few days. He still had a few rather bad things swirling in the back of his mind, but he let those suspicions lay for the moment. He needed both physical and mental rest. "Tarith? Sounds alright. It's a bit closer than a couple weeks, but that city does meet up with a major road that leads into Tar Valon, which leads to Andor, or anywhere else really. Those are the two places you'll want to go if you're incredibly into this gathering trade contacts." He didn't really pry, but it seemed like a rather hollow thing. Trade contacts were really only useful when they were immediately close to one's source of business. He wasn't entirely sure where she was from, but he had the feeling that she was getting further and further from here home by heading south.

Noj nodded, taking a look around the room on last time. Again, nothing out of the ordinary, besides him of course. Whatever, something would be thrown at him, just not yet apparently. Whatever. He'd deal with it when he had too. For now, rest. After wandering back to the room, he went up to the room, and grabbed the basin and left Cellyn to go fill it, returning with it shortly after and parked himself in front of the mirror, resting an empty saddlebag that he laid out flat, to catch water. Pulling a knife from his pocket, he cut he gathered his hair in a bundle and cut it, and then went about dyeing his hair with the pigment he had bought earlier. It was more difficult than he had previously assumed, and he also had to go about his eyebrows, since they were stark white as well. What a bother. He should probably also go about getting it cut properly when he was done as well, since it most likely looked like a botched mess.

Noj eyed himself in the mirror, satisfied enough. "I've done it before. I think I'm a little too recognizable. I know there really isn't anyway I could be confused as anything but a soldier or the like, at least now I'm like a campfire instead of a light house. Besides, in a small village such as this, I'm sure rumors of a scandalous man with snow like hair sleeping bare naked on the floor as already spread for about a league or two." In all truth, having pigment for leather and cloth in one's hair didn't exactly feel wonderful, but he had to wait for it to dry and the color to set, then it'd last at least a few days, even if he washed it. Unfortunately, hair grew, and with such a contrasting color, redyeing had to take place often, which was a pain in his a**. "Anyways, since I lack a mirror, could you tell me if I missed a spot in the back? It'd be for naught if I went through all the trouble just to have a spot left in the back. "He'd done that too before...

Noj nodded to himself, and decided to wait for the dye to dry. It wasn't exactly a pitch black, since his natural hair color contrasted so much, and the dye was cheap(at least for black dye) so it came out to something like a dark, but somewhat faded gray, but he was fine with that. He'd just have too make sure it stayed around that color, which'd also be a pain when he redyed his roots. Sigh. "In any case, nothing bad's happened to us so far, so I think that we might just get a few days of well deserved rest here." Noj glanced to the fire place, which still had some wood in it, and, with some concentration, made it roar into flame with Saidin, and then went about cleaning the mess he'd made.

Noj shrugged, "Might as well, the way things are going. Besides, I don't know about you, but my next few days not many things are gonna be happening anyway." Wiping up the last of the dyed water from the table top, he walked over to the fireplace and hung the rag to dry it, and went back to the mirror, eyeing the over all effect of his hair change. For some reason, Cellyn had a smug look on her face, despite the fact he was rather certain she was against his hair color change. Whatever.