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He stands up and leaves the mess hall and leads Rintala to Alena's room. He leads her up to the hallway and informs her that Alena's room is the fifth room on her left. He looks at her. "Besides this will you be needing any other assistance? Otherwise I'll take my leave from here."

: Azalea blinked, a little caught off guard by Mercury's laughter. "I am afraid that I haven't been paying much attention to the affairs of the Amrylin's bonding. I suppose I will just take you word for it that their bond appeared to be working though, after all, you are rather close to her, being the Keeper." She gave her friend an encouraging smile and rose, leaving her empty dishes to be picked up by the kitchen maid that was heading toward them. "Are you ready to head to the stables? Or do you think that we should just head there after we meet up with Katerine? That might work out best." Azalea shifted her pack on her right shoulder, waiting for her friend to lead her to their next destination. :

: Azalea shrugged, "My horse with do fine. It is relatively fast and has some endurance." She followed Mercury out of the Tower and into the courtyards. "Blast! The stables are on the other end...Ah well, it will give Alena and her warders more time to get ready." :

Nynaeve glided down the hall, ignoring the sadness she felt as the Accepted she passed bobbed curtsies and avoided her gaze. It was all too easy to think back a week and remember herself bobbing curtsies to Aes Sedai in the halls of the Tower. Serenity. She had to remind herself constantly that she now stood above her friends, and could not stop to gossip with them as she had once done. She made her way slowly to the sister's dining hall, musing over her new position.

She was no longer expected to jump every time a sister said 'frog', but the new undercurrents she felt pulled at her feet every time she tried to place a step, and the deference! Sisters who had gained the shawl before her grandmother was even born deferred to her, but sisters who had been Aes Sedai for no more than a year of two were placed above her. Of course, she understood the system, but it still rankled a bit with her.

Don't be such a ninny, she thought to herself, would you rather be scrubbing floors in a banded dress? She smiled at the thought, but her humor quickly vanished as she recalled the future she had seen flashing about a strange servant in the halls that morning. A slight frown furrowed her brow as she rounded the corner leading to the dining hall.

Nynaeve glided into the dining hall and glanced around at the empty tables. "How sad," she murmured, "nobody ever really seems to come down here. I would truly like to meet a few sisters aside from the Selector." She sighed and began contemplating what she would eat that day, finally deciding on a fish stew before returning to her earlier contemplations.

: Azalea chuckled, "Yes, I suppose it wouldn't have been a problem. I only wish we had their knowledge...Imagine the angreals that were lost in the Breaking. They must have had so many to choose from..." Her voice grew distant and a wistful look replaced the bemused one on her features. :

Ban threw back his covers and stood from the bed. He sniffed and scratched his groin area obnoxiosly. His head felt as if it were being beaten by a series of drummers. He yawned, and grimaced; his breath was as stale as a grave.

When the man stepped out of the apartment, nobody noticed. His beret veiled his eyes, and his jaw was set in a neutral expression, head tilted toward the ground. He walked with his hands in his suit pockets, and based on the feable belt knife at his waist, posed no danger to any officers or wary travellers.
Ban strode through the lower class streets of Cairhien without any inhibition or trouble. He made his way across the midline and entered the upper class district, searching with vague interest for his employer's residence. By the time he found it, he was already ten crowns richer.
The gate to the manor was about a mile from the Sun Palace. The vicinity made Ban uncomfortable, but he was far too experience to shift or express it physically. He eyed the beautiful gates which barred his path absently. They were decorated with the master's sigil, a charging boar.
Barthanes of House Damodred. Rumor had it the man was dead, torn limb from limb in his personal quarters. That lot happened right around the time the Dragon Reborn was said to be in the city. Surely no coincidence in that.
Ban smiled. His employer was another nameless face, and was supposedly in charge of the estate. From what he had gathered, his business was shadowy to say the least.
No matter.
Pay was pay.

((^_^ Hey Velkyn!))

: Azalea sighed, her presence still carrying a wistful nature. "Yes, I should very much like to make some. I say, my studies shall never be over! There are many Power-wrought items yet to be discovered. Once I find all of those that I can find, I will still need to study them. No, I think I have quite enough tasks to last me my lifetime." :