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 Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 8:02 am
The Marketstreet was a bustling lane, with many shops on either side. As with all Tar Valon buildings, they seemed to be more grown than built. The street was filled with the noise of the many shoppers, as well as the echo of the blacksmith's hammer.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 8:05 am
Cirithil purchased soft clay, wrapped in cloth to kekep it moist. He then waited near the fountain. Soon, a young female servant of the tower came to him. He placed the letter, clay, and marks in her hand. He then whispered, or rather talked quietly, to her. She nodded and soon left. Cirithil then returned to the Warder Training Ground. He may have finished the tasks that the Amyrlin gave him, but he had not recieved his cloak yet.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 10:43 am
Another servant, a male one, brought the clay mold to a local blacksmith with a letter from Cirithil. The blacksmith immediately went to work, making and identical knife.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 5:12 pm
[continued from "The White Tower, Tower Grounds"]
Cirithil did wander, listening to rumors and asking questions. He finally figured out where the waygate was, and carefully snuck to it. None would have spotted him, his hood raised, and moving with the stealth of Aiel. When he arrived, he saw the prints of boots, one pair heavier than the rest. I was right...though this still doesn't explain why they got into the Tower itself.
[Continue to "The White Tower, Tower Grounds"]
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