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Noj nodded in agreement, deciding to leave his hair alone for now. "So then, rest and relaxation it is, I won't complain." He'd begin feeling restless for sure, but he'd keep a lid on it. He ran a finger across a cut that followed his cheek from around his earlobe to his nostril. It'd fade, but it would still be a light scar on his face, whatever. He was just lucky it wasn't deeper, otherwise he'd be a little less active right now.

Noj shook his head, "I'm going to sleep soon too, so don't worry, besides, depraving people of sleep is an over all bad idea anyway." Unless you were questioning them... "I'm just gonna be up a little longer to make sure the black dye doesn't stain anything while I'm asleep." Moving over to the bed, he leaned against the bedpost near the fire, and stared at the flames, letting his mind wander. He still couldn't help but feel as if he was missing something. Supposedly the Aes Sedai and the men who where flocking her had passed through, but he doubted that the Aes Sedai would let her fangs out of Cellyn anytime soon, yet at the same time he sorely doubted she would stay in the woods over the most expensive room in the entire village, even if she had to evict the owner. Meh.

The dreaming world was a strange one, though the old man had gotten used to living there. Was he an old man? He couldn't remember, but he felt like one, so that's what he was. His talk with the boy a day or so...he thought...earlier was interesting if brief. It wasn't every day that you chatted with someone who was located in the apex of the change of the age. It was strange that the, or at least one of the, central figures of an age would be born at the same time as the one for the age previous. Damnation, he was certain that Three Souls was born before the Dragon. Three Souls? Odd name to come to mind, but it wasn't inaccurate by any means. What ever the boy was, the was three threads braided into one, like a single, heavy thread. That was probably why he drew on the pattern, since his thread was heavy than most. He wasn't sure if Three Souls was Ta'varen, but if not he was close. No matter.

Strolling along, or what ever one does in the Dreaming World, he noticed something...odd. A woman who was running around, yelling something. Something along the lines a large battlefield was flickering in and out of view, apparently she was new here. She tickled the back of his mind just like Three Souls did, but she belonged here, so it couldn't discern her fates as much. Pity. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he moved across a vast distance, to the mountains over in another place. He'd kinda lost track of what things were called in the waking world. "It's not good to get caught up in your own dreams when you come here, they more than not are rather dangerous if they are strong enough to leave impression here."

Noj paused as he was getting ready to sleep, he smelt...blood, of the fresh variety. Looking around, he spotted Cellyn, who had a rather nasty gash on her arm. "What in damnation?" Sighing through his teeth, he went over, and took out his knife and cut the sheet for a makeshift bandage, and began tying it to Cellyn one handed, keeping his other hand pressed against her vein to slow the bleeding. She had woken up, if in a very shallow manner, but he didn't let that stop him. Tying off the bandage, he shook his head. They'd have to buy a new sheet for the inn, but it was taken care of. The wound wasn't as deep as it appeared, and should stop close properly in a day or two, but still, it was completely explainable, and bothered him. He could protect her from an Aes Sedai, or a Warder, but if she was going to sprout wounds from no where, she was in trouble.

Noj got up and shook his head. "Sorry for the interruption, I just noticed that you began to spontaneously bleed." Meh, he was using larger words than normal, but Noj saw no reason to keep up his stupid charade, so whatever. "I'm not sure what you did, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't do it. I can fight Trollocs and Myrdraal and such, but if you're going to drop at any second you're outta luck." He didn't know how to explain what happened, but he didn't really care. One didn't live long if they stopped to gawk and every little thing that escaped their comprehension. Noj sighed, this time leaning against the side of the fireplace, it kept him warm, but also kept Cellyn in sight.

Noj raised an eyebrow. As far as he knew, there hadn't been a single old man enter or exit this room since he came in, and unless she was talking to him in the third person, which he doubted, then he had no clue. "What do you mean by old man Cellyn?" God, don't add more to my plate. Asha'man, Aes Sedai, Warders, kidnappings, Myrdraal, Darkfriends, the fact she could channel, the fact he could channel. If strange old men and random wounds coming into reality unbidden were added to his meal, then by the Creator he'd have a long time to mull it over in his private time.

Noj looked her up and down, then sighed. "Alright, whatever." He knew that she was keeping quiet, but trusted her enough to bring something immediately important to the situation to light. The last memory Noj had of an old man in his business seemed rather funny, probably a dream, probably related, but again, whatever. Taking another sigh, he forced out his stress a little. "I apologize, I'm just a little wound up after everything, and still suffer some impulses a younger man would have." Even being the age he was, where a normal man would have lost a majority of their hot blood, at least normally, Noj was still physically a young man, and that affected his judgement sometimes. Bloody channeling. "So then, I don't know what good it's worth, but try to sleep well, we're supposed to be recovering here, if I remember right."

"Thought I told you before, whatever, next summer I turn thirty six years old, even if I don't look it, and yes, I think it is attributed to channeling.notice how Aes Sedai can be anywhere from twenty to a few hundred years old? Works with men too apparently. Though, I doubt I'll live up to the claim. I get in a little too much trouble to in all likely hood live a normal life span, never the less hundreds of years. But who knows. I just can't wait till I'm no longer physically a young a man as I am. I am past my awkward years, but just close enough to feel effects from it. Meh." He trusted that Cellyn was well versed in the world enough to know the problems that a young man had to deal with physically, such as the extra necessary hygiene and the like. The most annoying part was that his voice still occasionally cracked awkwardly, if he didn't hold his voice just the right way. All and all, a twenty year odd puberty was not something that was enviable, and if channelers aged as slow as reported, he could very well have to deal with it for ten or more years, if he lived that long. Bah.