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Noj looked between Cellyn and Jurel with an eyebrow still up. They appeared to be getting along great... "Look, boy, I'm not here to play games. What stops you from trying to slit our throats while we sleep because you're...bored? Furthermore, I'm pretty sure I've humiliated you plenty already, what with killing half your gang and mauling you up single handedly." (ok, there was a warder) "What's to say that you're not out for Cellyn, but out for my life? It doesn't mean much to me at this point, but even so, I'd rather go out in a better way than being stabbed by a coward in my sleep." This man was an idiot, obviously never really communicated with a normal person. Noj had to admit he was a bit off color too, but at least he was able to differentiate between reasonable and moronic. "Tell me why you're really here? Because I doubt it's just to amuse yourself." Noj grasped a good bit of Saidin, even though it probably torch lit him to the world, and he was having a bit of trouble keeping it all from crushing him(he never really held that much before, it didn't hurt, it was just hard to control).

He hiked his eyebrow at the woman and sighed, using Saidin to form a net of Air and slam the assassin against the wall with it, pinning him about a foot of the ground. "Fine, but remember, boy, that you're at my mercy." Walking out the room, he sheathed his blade and cut his connection to Saidin, letting the man hit the ground, keeping a knife he slide from his sleeve in his hand just in case out of sight. If Cellyn were a fool enough to trust the slimy creature than let her, and she'd be the one to learn her mistake personally, he wasn't here to make decisions for her. Walking outside into the cool air, Noj made his way to the local smithy, which wasn't far off, and, after a little persuasion, began helping the blacksmith who ran it with some menial projects like horse shoes and the like.

Noj pounded away at the metal venting his stress through it, forming up some nails at the moment. When most people, or at least boys, think of blacksmithing they always want to make armor, and weapons, but in truth there was much more that could be done. Armor and weapons only went toward those that flirted with death, yet nails, horse shoes, cropping scythes, so much more that could be without the need for killing intent. Plus, making the little things was much better for one's stress levels, knowing that what you are crafting will help someone's life become easier, as opposed to taking it. Then again, at least when he tried, Noj had somewhat failed at his attempt to make a decent weapon. On a whim, Noj started channeling into the nails as he worked, not sure what he was doing, but knowing that it helped. Ever since he learned how to channel on his own, he'd been doing it a little. He was sure what he accomplished, but the work always came out the same as it would have looked before, so he assumed nothing. He felt some eyes peering into his back, probably that third rate what ever he was, since he had yet to prove his title of assasin.

Noj paused, taking the finished nail and quenching it, appreciating the hiss. "I know something about how he hired you to get her back, something about him being dishonored for it and being a complete if not imbecile a be damned fool. I don't question your honor, if your methods. I probably have no right, since the amount of life I've taken is past my counting as well, death is death, and once someone is dead, there's not much you can do about it, no matter how it was mete out. What I can't find an answer to, is as to why you're helping us, when you're being paid by another person to at least capture Cellyn, and if it was he that I saw with you, another order for my own life." He picked up an iron bar. "I'm not much of a gambler myself, despite my actions, but there are a few times when I can realize the dice are loaded." He put the hammer down, and the iron bar. "I don't know who you are, nor she, but it's the same. You know not who I am, nor does she, and frankly, I don't really care. Tag along if you wish." Noj turned around, leaning on the anvil, still warm from his work. "But you must admit that I have reason to be suspicious of you at least. But we are alike in a way, doing what we wish. My wish right now is to shelter her, since the only real way a killer can find any redemption in them selves is by protecting others from people like him. So that's what I'm doing, and if you ever come between me and that again, I won't be so kind as last time. But that will come later, for right now, you aren't doing anything to cross any lines in just existing and perhaps helping us in our cause. Besides, right now I'm on the watch for an Aes Sedai and a Warder, who despite seeming to have disappeared, I think are still hanging around." Noj turned back around to the anvil, taking the nail from the water with his hand, since the metal was now cool to the touch. Despite his channeling, the nail still looked the same, felt the same, and weighed the same, with no perceivable difference, other then the fact it's angles seemed a bit straighter than it should with the quality of tools available. "So, if you want to convince me that your presence is beneficial to our cause, then prove it, because words will do nothing to sway me, assassin."

Noj finished inspecting the nail before tossing it in the pile of finished ones, take another hunk of iron and letting it heat. "Yes, she knows about my suspicions, but she has labeled them paranoia, but Cellyn also isn't the most incredibly knowledgeable person in the world on how the world works, at least not in the fashion that we must now deal with it. The Aes Sedai finds her interesting, and if an Aes Sedai has her way, she'd likely kill in cold blood and dance on the corpse of any person king or nation to get it. Course it'd be spun a different way in their eyes, but I've come across their kind before. The seem to believe themselves all knowing, and what they want is more important than anything else, or I suppose, making things happen in the manner in which they want. They believe themselves to be final authority over the world with none higher than they." Noj took the hot iron out with the tongs, and hammered at it, separating a small piece for another nail. Noj didn't really care about his other two comments enough to warrant any response toward them.

Noj sighed, supposing the assassin did have a valid point all and all. Putting down his work, he apologized to the local blacksmith and left, making his way back to the tavern. It was only a quick jaunt, like maybe a minute, since the smithy and tavern were within eye shot of each other, and Noj was certain that after the assassin had finally been able to wrestle out a good idea he probably ran back to prove it, but Noj had to admit that something felt wrong, not like shadowspawn, but wrong nonetheless. Sighing, he jogged back, and peered into the room, seeing Jurel approaching a table that was occupied by Cellyn and another man. Well, a good point indeed. Pulling up the hood of his cloak, he made it so his vibrant hair couldn't be seen and made his way to the bar near the table. Jurel could handle anything out of sort, and Noj doubted the what appeared to be hired man would start anything in the middle of the tavern. Focusing on Saidin, he slowly began cutting the legs the chair the man was sitting in using Air, hoping that Jurel would be smart enough to take opportunity when the man fell on his arse.

Noj sighed loudly, making sure to give the assassin a good whack on the head with Air. He didn't need to kill the man, at least not in plain eye sight, after cause such a ruckus. Acting as if the man was just a drunk friend, Noj shouldered him rather easily and dragged him across the inn and out the door, refusing help. Going round to the side of the inn he slipped into the gap between it and the next building, making a quick hole with Earth and dumping the body in, before covering it, using his hands a bit because Saidin refused to let him fill it in without physical effort. Whatever. Making his way back in he sat at the table, lowering his hood and staring at the assassin, the to Cellyn, and back to the assassin. "While your intuition is correct, please remember that we're trying to stay here to recover without anyone chasing us out. Killing a man in the establishment in which we stay in such a small town is bound to have consequences, especially if one just leaves the body there." Pushing back on his leg, Noj tilted his chair back on the rear legs, leisurely rocking himself back and forth.