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A simple inn, The Falcon is quieter than most of the other Tar Valon inns. It is primarily wood, and has heavy, dark wooden tables. When entering, there are stairs to the left, and the kitchens are also on the left. A long corridor leads to a well-furnished library, which is also on the left. The counter is slightly to the left, and right in front of the door. To the right is a vast common room. In this in, many Warders, as well as common people, gather together to relax after a long day's work. The inn has 9 rooms upstairs, and a larger room for more important patrons downstairs, across from the library. One of the upper rooms can be converted to accomodate Ogier.

Aradoa snuck quietly out of the Tower and down into Tar Valon itself. She walked through the streets, feeling better already, when the smell of something delicious caught her nose. Her stomach grumbled hungrily. Aradoa dug into her coin pouch to see how money she had. "This should be enough to get me a meal," she said softly to herself. She took one glance at the Inn's sign, The Falcon, then proceeded inside.

Aradoa jumped in surprise. She had thought she held her cloak wrapped around her tightly enough that no one would notice her dress. She carefully turned her head to stare at the man, and was surprised by the scar across his eye. He was a very intimidating man, but she was determined to hold her own to him. "Good sir, if you do not mind I am here on important business and will not be hindered by the likes of you," she said imitating how her mother used to talk down to their servants. Being the daughter of a Lady was not something Aradoa had enjoyed, but she had learned well.

Aradoa looked down at him, debating in her mind, then finally accepted his invitation to join his table. She sat down gracefully, but her attempt to seem like a lady was tarnished by the loud rumble her stomach gave. Color immediately rushed to her cheeks, turning them bright red. "Oh, uh, ahem, pardon my stomach," she said.

"I do not think the Aes Sedai would like to hear a warder-trainee giving out advice about what an Aes Sedai needs to know. I'm sure they would be most displeased," Aradoa said to the man sitting across from her, trying to appear calm and serene. Light it's hard, though. She thought to herself.

"I do not fear what I can see," she lied. "And you. Master Sheinarian? Do you fear that I could wrap you up in flows and never let you go?"

Aradoa smiled in spite of the disappointment he did not take the bait. Her stomach rumbled again loudly. She laughed and said "I suppose I had better eat something before my stomach tells the Aes Sedai where I am." She called over a serving maid, ordering a bowl of mutton stew with bread. "Well Cirithil Luinmir, my name is Aradoa. I come from Ebou Dar in Altara, and I do not think I require your services."

Aradoa took a bite of her stew, and immediately dropped it back into the bowl. she ran her tongue along where the stew had burned her mouth and opted to have some bread instead. "Well, I was running my finger along a knife blade when an Aes Sedai startled me from behind. I jumped and sliced my finger in the process." She chew a piece of bread, swallowing it quickly then continued "It was a very sharp knife. I spend much time sharpening the blade in case I'm stopped by an unfriendly person after my coin."