Paulo's: Treesinger's Avenue, Tar Valon

Morcath walks into the shop, Angharad on his arm. "Paulo!" he calls, scanning the place.

Angharad is ... content. The Accepted smiles happily as she looks around, her eyes drwn to some light colored fabric. Disentangling herself from Morcath, Angharad smiles. "Excuse me a moment Ibn... but Calandra would ike some of that fabric over there. Let me just pick some quickly."

Paulo is in the back room and emerges when he hears his name. "Peace boy, you'll wake the dead with all that shouting. And as old as I am, I am not deaf yet. What do you want now that you would come and disturb old Paulo...." he trails off when he sees Angharad. "Ah... you have brought me another vision of loveliness to look at... thank you my boy." He smiles at Angharad as he speaks.

Morcath nods and says to Angharad, "Of course, my dear." He turns back to Paulo and says, "You have the eyes of a Tairen I think sometimes. You are old enough to be her great greatfather, I think. Now, i need some new shirts and new breeches. Yes, I know, you just made me a few but the extra work won't kill you."

Paulo replies to Morcath, "I am not too old to appreciate beauty. And you are not so young yourself, traipsing around the city with a woman like that." He smiles and shakes his head, motioning to the men's side. "You know where the clothes are, go find some." He heads over to stand with Angharad and asks, "What are you looking for, my dear?"

Angharad arches an eyebrow and looks over at Paulo with a bit of a frown. Vision of loveliness? Angharad sniffs, then shakes her head. "Old man, stick to your work, and not trying to flirt with members of the Tower." The Accepted opens her mouth to say something else, then looks to Morcath and closes it again. Instead, she studies the fabrics. Light purple, wasn't it?

Paulo laughs and says, "My dear, you have been spending too much time with Ibn there. I mean what I say only as a compliment, really. Now, how can this old tailor help you? You said you were looking for some fabric for Calandra? That is.. Ibn's bond is it not?"

Morcath heads over to the men's section, chuckling when Angharad puts Paulo in his place. He watches them occasionally, but is more set on finding clothes.

Angharad sighs, and shakes her head. "Forgive an Accepted who is a bit ... eccentric." Then she smiles at Paulo, motioning to the fabric in front of her. "It is for Calandra yes. And she is Aes Sedai, yes. She is bonded to Morcath, yes. She also wants to make some dresses for some dolls." Angharad pauses a moment, her hand stopping as it strokes the fabric, only to begin again shortly. "A taraboner style dress for a doll. I'll also need soem white lace. Calandra Sedai likes sewing, as you may have guessed."

Paulo frowns a little and says, "She has not... been healed then? I am sad to hear that." He really does seem sad, casting a glance over to Morcath before returning to the bolts of fabric. "I just got some more in from Tarabon, actually." The tailor moves around Angharad to the wall of bolts and says, "There... second from the left, top row. Light purple." He reaches up and pulls a length down. "How much would you like?"

Angharad's lip twitches slightly at Paulo's remark. "I did not say that." Then she looks at Paulo and frowns. "I need more practice," she grumbles to herself before running a hand over the bolt that Paulo holds out. Angahrad taps her lip absently as she ponders then finally says. "Two yards will do. Now, how about some of that white lace?"

Paulo cuts off two paces of purple fabric and then looks at the lace. "How much of this would you like? And if she is better, why is she not here to buy her own fabric? If she is better, why does she still like sewing? And for dolls? You don't need to worry, Angharad, old Paulo knows."

Angharad purses her lips and fixes Paulo with a frown. "Be that as it may, I could still use some more practice on being obscure. That is, if I intend on becoming an Aes Sedai, of course." Then she sighs, giving a half smile. "A pace of lace will do. What have you? Something appropriately frilling, I hope."

Morcath returns to the others, carrying a half dozen shirts and a pair of breeches. "I'll take these ones, Paulo. I assume they're tailored to fit me?"

Paulo nods and gets the lace, cutting it carefully. "I would think so, it is the sort i use for my own creations," he motions to the window where a few different styles are displayed. He glances over at Morcath and says, "You know they are, my boy. I still use you as the model after all." He chuckles and says to the pair, "Anything else this old man can get for you?"

Angharad arches an eyebrow at Morcath, shaking her head. "She got into three pairs of pants, Morcath, and you're only getting one?"

Morcath replies, "I only need one for the moment. I don't like to have more than I need at the time, it makes me feel... lazy. Besides, I don't mind coming back here, even if it causes more work for the old man." He laughs and says, "Actually, if it causes more work for this old goat, i'll be back every day."

Angharad arches an eyebrow at Morcath and grins deviously at the big Gaidin. "Why, Ibn, I had no idea you could be so cruel and devious. I'll have to watch my step from now on, that is for certain." Then she smiles back at Paulo, a dazzling smile that she rarely shows. "Unless you know something that an Accepted can splurge her money on, I think I am fine. Thank you."

Aome comes into the room.

Paulo raises an eyebrow as Angharad uses Morcath's first name. Then he smiles approvingly and says with a nod, "I have a really lovely dress that I think you would... glow in." He leads Angharad over to a rack of dresses and retrieves a dark green dress. Thing is, it's in the Domani style. Paulo's Domani style is infamous for being so shocking that many Domani won't even wear it.

Angharad arches an eyebrow at Paulo and frowns. "I'm sorry, old man, but I still must wear the Accepted dress for a while." She does eye the fabric, then tiny spots of red appear on her face as she looks away, clearing her throat. "I shouldn't be wearing something like that anyway. Goes against Two Rivers common sense, it does!"

Morcath laughs out loud at the suggestion of the Domani dress. He doesn't say a word, just setting his purchases on the counter and heading back over near tbe door to the back room. He appears to be looking at boots.

It took some effort to get in quietly through the upstairs window. His sources said that Morcath was here. With his mace held up on his shoulder the big man steps with surprising quiet down the stairs from the room above. With any luck Morcath wont know what hit him literealy.

Paulo smiles and pats Angharad's shoulder. "Trust the old tailor when he says you would look radiant in it." The tailor looks around and asks the Accepted, "Perhaps some new boots?" He moves around to the rack of women's boots and shoes.

Angharad purses her lips, eyes look at the dress and the spots of red turn just a hint brighter. Angharad shakes her head, clearing her throat once more. "But who would I wear it for?" she comments lightly as she follows Paulo. "Boots might be nice."

Aome skips on in, making the bell ring up a maelstrom. The first thing she sees is the dress. She doesn't try to sugarcoat her opinion. "Lawkes, Paulo! That's low enough that my father could use it for a belt! Not as though he needs one, of course," she adds hastily. "I mean, you /are/ his tailor, and everything you make him fits just fine, but I was just saying that because it's true, and I don't think most women would get caught dead in that. If you get just a little to vigorous, it could be hazardous! Are you sure that it's not supposed to be something else? I don't mean to insult your skill, I just think that you've quite outdone yourself this time."

Paulo looks over as the little bell over the door rings. "Ah, Aome! Welcome back. Glad to see you could get out of the house for a little while. Please, help yourself to tea," He doesn't seem to mind the girl's... speaking so much nor her comments. He points to his 'tea table', and continues, "I'm just giving Angharad a hand here, but I'll be over to join you shortly."

The man waiting just up out of sight leans to spot his quarry. Good the others aren't all that close. A pity that there are so many here to watch this they will have to be delt with. The large hand grips the large club tighter and prepares for the right moment. His Warder's cloak making spoting him very very difficult.

Morcath looks over as the girl enters and comments on Paulo's choice in tailoring. He says, "Don't mind him, my dear. He has always enjoyed the reaction to the suggestion more than actually selling the dress." He goes back to the boots then.

Angharad blinks at the woman who speaks up a storm. Light! She has seen a Novice or two that could go on and on like that, but doesn't she ever breathe? Angharad shakes her head then looks over at Morcath as he speaks, then shrugs, turning back to Paulo. "Something strudy, none too fancy," she tells the Tailor.

Paulo nods and motions to some stout leather boots. "These ones have been known to withstand being dragged from a horse. Don't ask me what a lady is doing being dragged from one of those beasts, but there you have it."

"Why, thank you, Paulo," Aome rattles, "but I'm not thirsty and I was coming here to pick up my mother's dress. Do you have it ready? I'm afraid she may not fit into her other things much longer, she's so big, so I really need to get it back to her. I really think it'll be twins this time, too. Not that it should be twins. We would all starve if she had two, since there are so many of us already. The triplets are about to go off, though, and that should help some, but I'm simply terrified that we won't have enough money." She certainly doesn't look terrified. In fact, she looks as cheerful as anything.

It only takes a moment. Muscles tense and tighten as the heavy blunt weapon comes streaking down with a good deal of force applied by a large man. If any were looking towards the back door a club emerges seemingly out of the thin air to strike towards the middle of Morcaths back just above the hips to try and cripple him right there on the spot. Nothing is held back in the fury of the strike as Owen grimly steps out of the dark of the back room having just attacked Morcath...his friend! His warders cloak and hood drapped well around his body and head, it is clear he ment to do this and was prepared.

Paulo looks over his shoulder and says, "Ah, your mother's dress is ready. I'll get it for you." He leaves Angharad alone for a moment and heads over to the counter, looking through a closet for the dress he's made. Finally, the old tailor finds the outfit and hands it to Aome. "Same price as always, my dear. And remember my offer if you're interested in some work." The dress looks huge....

Morcath falls to the floor with a loud thump. He is on his hands and knees now, but only for a moment. Unless someone decides to club him again, he'll be on his feet soon, and not to happy.

Aome looked ready to say something else, but her mouth stays open. Her eyes fall on Morcath. Ohhhhhh dear.

Oh Morcath has little fear of another strike not coming. In fact Owen is bearing down on his with the clubs version of Stones falling. The club streaking down with frightening speed to impact on the mans body in various places not about to give him a chance to stand and draw his blade. Joints, back of the head. all very dangerous places to hit.

Angharad nods, looking over the boots. "Well, I've put my boots through worse," comments the Accepted, trying to ignore Aome's prattling. Then she blinks. That sounds was very ... odd. Angharad looks up, arching an eyebrow curiously. That sound was more than odd. By the frown on the Accepted's lips, she didn't like it. Dark eyes grow wide as she spies Morcath thumping to the ground. Angharad starts to rush in his direction, brushing past Paulo whether the old man likes it or not. Even in a dress, the Accepted is quick, and oddly quiet for a lady. For anyone who can sense such things, Angharad is holding onto the One Source as fully as she can, she even has weaves of Air ready. As Owen steps out of the back room, Angharad frowns. Well, the club she frowns at really, a Gaidin's cloak makes a person difficult to see. The Accepted growls and lashes out with Air to wrapping around the club of ... whoever is doing this to Morcath.

Aome's hand snatches up a teacup and flings it at Owen with dangerous accuracy. "Hey! you leave him alone!"

Paulo moves with surprising speed for an old man, a dagger produced almost out of nowhere. "I don't know where you come from," he tailor says, "But one move and you'll be able to seet what you had this morning for breakfast." The Tailor stands about two paces from the assailant now.

Morcath simply absorbs the blows, collapsing as unconsciousness takes over after being struck in the head. Now he's lying there, prone to whatever might happen.

The club is halted in mid air and Owen's eyes raise to spot the accepted in the room. He grumbles heavily and shouts, "Let go of me Child, You dont know what it is your stopping." He quickly looks down at morcath seeing that he isn't moving and starts to drop to his knees to make sure he is still alive. His spare arm coming up to block a flying teacup out of the air. his big arms providing plenty of space for a shield.

Aome grabs the teapot and hurls it at the attacker's head. Pipin' hot tea goes everywhere. "Leave him alone, you nasty person!" Such unthinkable unsults as this spurt from her mouth at a reasonably fast rate as she grabs a saucer to peg.

Nata comes into the room.

Paulo stops and relaxes when he recognises the Gaidin as the attacker. "What under the bloody Light do you think you are doing, boy!" the tailor shouts. He pushes past Angharad to crouch at Morcath's side. "You have the head of a sheep, you know that, don't you? Light, you could have killed him!"

Angharad lets go of the club and frowns at Owen, for the voice marks him as such. "For the love of Light! Is this one of your and Nata Sedai's ideas? Beating him bloodless?" Angharad shakes her head with a bit of a grumble. "You could have bloody well warned me first! And I doubt that's going to do it. If his fits of anger and driving himself to exhaustion haven't worked, I don't think a beating will either."

Morcath groans after a few moments, but doesn't move. Then his right hand clenches and unclench, his feet moving slightly. He looks as though he is checking to see if his spine has broken. He does not say a word after that, not even making a noise. He is breathing, though, so that's something.

Meeko comes into the room.

Nata moves into the shop serenely, her glance taking in the scene with a quick motion. "Really? Morcath was part of the planning and the unsoucht and unexpected shock as opposed to some course he deliberately and consciously took is a factor, and pain, great physical pain often is such a shock to the systen it overcomes all else, it breaks through where other factors will not. One can not 'understand' pain on the gut level as one can exhaustion. And a child of any else understands and accepts anger and exhaustion, anger at not getting their way and playing themselves into a cranky tiredness is common enough. This is not."

Aome rushes to Morcath's side. "Are you all right? Are you bleeding anywhere? That man had no right to do that, even though I have no idea why he would do that at all. It's funny, though. I could never understand mankind. Oh dear me, there's tea everywhere. That would be my fault. Paulo, I'll clean it up in a little bit, but I'm terribly afraid that I can't replace your teapot or cup or saucer. Well what do you know?" she gasps, picking up the saucer and examining it before continuing to chatter at her normal rate. "The saucer only has a small crack in it! Isn't that something? You can't say that much for the teapot, though, I'm afraid. Or the cup."

Nata kneels beside Morcath, making her way closer and laying one hand on his brow. As she does, she speaks. "A less public location for this would have been more to my liking though." those eyes slide to both men as if each is equally at fault for displeasing her.

Owen reaches down now that Nata has declared herself and takes Morcaths non sword hand in his. With slow but deliberate care while he is still groggy he begins to break each finger with a solid *snap* "Get back girl or you will be removed from the room. He knew this was coming just not when."

Having decided to go over to Paulo's to see about some new clothing Meeko enters and stops as she sees the people in the store. She looks around, her eyes wide at what she sees. Morc is her friend and that fool is doing what? Meeko screams out "What is going on here?" she moves quickly over to Morcath, the crunch of some of the teacup under her feet. Staring "What are you doing to Morcath? Somebody explain?" the Acting High Ambassador is not pleased with this whole affair at the moment.

Angharad turns... and curtseys begrudgingly. "Nata Sedai. I would still like to have be warned somehow. I nearly decided to cleave your Gaidin in two." She turns to Morcath as Aome rushes over and arches an eyebrow at the girl, and a spark of something is in her dark eyes, before Angharad herself stats to move to Morcath's feet. Then she stops, first staring in horror at what

Owen is doing to Morcaths' hand. Then she glares angrily at the Gaidin. Her jaw ... shifts, but otherwise from the glare, Angharad is amazingly calm. The Accepted dares not say a word, she just narrows her eyes and continues to glare.

Paulo glares at Nata for a long time, but holds his tongue. When he hears those cracks that he knows so well, he reacts quickly, reaching out and aiming a sharp jab to Owen's jaw. He has surprising strength and speed for such an old man, this could hurt if it lands.

Nata shudders, even the As Sedai turning pale at what is happening even if it is not her warder. She reaches out to stop Owen before he is completely done. enough, Owen, if is going to work, it will be now or never. Give her a few minutes to....cope and we will mend him. Do not want him to suffer ..." She glances toward Angharad. "If had seen you, perhaps would have but I did not know myself when would happen. I only know Morcath must be feeling despirate for him to approve doing this and Owen would not ...without his being asked. Owen likes Morcath and only does this to try to help him." She speaks the truth obviously or what she thinks is truth. The Aes Sedai warns Paulo off with a glance. "It is tower business, my apology for disrupting your shop with it, Sir. I will compensate you for any loss of business and being disturbed. She sees the fist swinging, yes, but oddly enough, she does not 'act' to stop it from landing, scruntching in anticipation of the pain she figures she as well as owen will feel. yet her irritation over the setting of this perhaps lets her let the shop owner blow off some steam in this manner.

Now it is the words of his ward that he heeds over anyone else in the room. When she says stop he does. The man doesn't seem to show any emotion on his face in all this. In fact he is as cold as ice, standing over his compadre looking rather menacing in his warder cloak. He too like his ward doesn't bother with the old mans fist, A warder lives by pain, both given and recieved. If he couldn't take it he wouldn't have the task he has.

Angharad flicks her eyes over towards Meeko as the High Ambassador charges into the fray. Seeing Paulo move, however, Angharad acts. She reaches out with Air and gently wraps the old man in it. "Stop, Paulo," she says with considerable effort. "Nata Sedai speaks the truth. This is ... what I... Morcath wants," she says through barred teeth, before closing her mouth and trying to remain calm.

Morcath's body... shudders with each broken finger, but he still makes no sound.

Meeko looks up to Angharad shocked "What he wants? What is this for another of those Tower tortures I have heard rumors about?" she turns back to Morcath then to the others "Explain what this show of violence in a public place proves that those of the Tower are above the laws, above all others in the city or what?" Meeko again turns to Morc as he shudders, feeling a bit helpless at this point with the Sedai around.

Paulo relaxes at being caught by Air and says to Angharad, "I know my dear... how desperate he is." He turns to Nata and replies with just a touch of sadness in his voice, "You do not need to reimburse me, Sedai. I will not interefere." He rises and moves to Meeko, saying, "Please Ambassador... come with me. Let the old tailor explain?"

Owen looks over his friend and then to Nata, "Check him quickly see if he's alright and mend the wounds. We will need to check on his ward as well."

Nata looks toward Meeko. There is a long moment of of consideration. She studies the Accepted for a long moment. "Explain to her what is needful, Accepted, in a more private location. She does not apologize again, for the Aes Sedai to have already done that once and to have explained as much as she already has is remarkable.

Angharad realeases Paulo the moment he relaxes (really, she did!). THen she looks at Nata and seems almost ready to complain, her eyes looking to Morcath again. Anghard turns around a bit stiffly, making her way after paulo and Meeko. "Allow me to join you as well." It is not really a request. Nata gives Morcath a few moments longer, regret at his pain in her glance. "Tell me when you think it has been long enough and will heal you. Only you can judge that, Gaidin Morcath."

Morcath somehow rolls to his back, his cheeks wet with something - tears or saliva most likely. He nods once, barely perceptibly to the Sedai, but says nothing.

Meeko controls her emotions at this point, knowing she at least will get some explanation. Taking one last glance at Morc, she gently strokes his cheek before rising and joining Paulo and Angharad. At this point she briefly nods to Nata Sedai then turns to the others "Please do explain this horrible thing I have seen here."

Morcath rasps, "More," and that is all.

Nata immediately takes care of pain first then begins the mending process, not taking too long about it. Owen seems to have picked a time she is well rested and is at her peak. strong flows entwine and mingle as they work from one contusion to the next and fingers are aligned and mended. the hand remains in place even after the healing is done as if to offer comfort beyond the physical. She remains silent throughout the process. Paulo nods as Angharad comes along. He slips an arm around Meeko's shoulders and guides her away from the Tower folk. "Ibn is... desperate for something, Ambassador. If it were my place, I would tell you, but it is his alone. Someone he cares about needs him to try whatever he can to help and this... is one of the things he is trying. I love him like a son, you can't know how much it hurts me to let it go on, but I swore to him I would help him anyway I can and this is how I can. Please, if you care about him, let it happen."

Angharad arches an eyebrow at Paulo, letting the old man explain for now. She will pick up anything he happens to miss in the conversation. A slight pause midstep is the only indication Angharad gives of hearing Morcath speak before she continues on.

When Nata is finished with her healing of his hand Owen stands up and takes the big club up once again in his hands, "someone please lock the door...we dont need any more visitors." He says in a fridgid flat voice. Raising the club he brings it down hard upon the mans legs several times to ensure the most amount of pain and damage he can do with a blunt object. If he had intended on killing the man he would have just used his sword. Nata shakes her head as she hears the sound. "Morchth, can you tell any reaction, this is....This is terribly hard for all of us to bear." she looks at Owen almost startled when he follows Morcath's request to continue.

Paulo motions for Angharad to get the door and leads Meeko even farther from the goings on, doing a very good job of hiding the sickening waves that cascade over him. "Please, Ambassador... will you let this happen? Understand that no laws are being broken as he gave his consent.... even if it is terrible to be around, at least we care about him enough to understand."

Angharad looks to the door and waves a hand, sending out Air to move the bolt closed. She doesn't even hesitate that long to do so. The Accepted's strides are quick. It seems, she really wants to be as far away from the ... unpleasentness as possible. She looks to Meeko, as if studying the woman for a moment. "If a man is foolish enough to ask for a beating, you should let him get beaten. Maybe then, he'll learn a lesson or two."

Morcath's mouth opens, but he makes no sound. His expression is too pained for someone who has embraced the Void, so he must be taking this as any other man would, he just will not cry out. When the beatings on his legs stop, he weakly motions for five more, but does not say where he wants them.

Meeko listens to Paulo and nods, yet she does not fully understand "How can this beating, this pain help him with anything?" shaking her head "I simply cannot understand the ways that some take to prove they are men." she look harshly at Owen and then her eyes slip to Nata as she heals her friend, pausing there momentarily her attentions go back to Paulo and Angharad "How can this help anything?"

Paulo shakes his head. "This does not prove he is a man, my dear.... this proves he is desperate for someone else. Please, if you must, ask him when he.. recovers. We must have faith in him now more than ever." The old man's eyes are moist as he hears the blows landing on his closest friend, but he still remains calm.

The man wants pain and Owen is trained to give it and more should the situation arise. Normally the situation isn't one such as this however. Catching the signal of the man he wails upon with the club he continues with just what is asked for. Five more strikes go out to the man in some of the more painful locations, groin, kidney, ribs etc... "You wont be in pain much longer friend."

Angharad doesn't look at either Meeko or Paulo. Nor does she look at Morcath and Nata and Owen. She says in a voice far too controled to be at ease, "For now, Ambassador, this is what we can tell you. It deals with something that I cannot understand, not yet, at least. And it is a desperate time for those involved. I do not like this, and I do not think it is the right way to go about it. However, it is Morcath's situation, not mine, not Paulo's, and I'm afraid, Ambassador, not yours."

Morcath shudders at each blow, not even whimpering a little. Finally, mercifully, Owen stops and the Master Gaidin is left, bleeding internally and externally and barely conscious. He simply lies there, motionless, but still conscious.

Nata flinches, her color growing paler by the moment, Aes Sedai or not. Her expression remains serene and she does something. Through clenched teeth the voice comes. "Other routes have been tried for months without success. Morcath did not ask for this lightly but as a last resort when all else failed."

Hearing the blows and the sound of the hits is about all Meeko can handle of this whole situation, she turns and cries out "That is enough? Your going to kill him." Yes she heard the others but she is not of the Tower and she does not like that some of the horror stories she has heard about that place and it's occupants are real, to real.

Paulo catches the younger woman (aren't they all younger, compared to the ancient Paulo?) by the shoulders and says quietly, "Peace, Meeko... Peace.. I think they're done now.... While he's healing, why don't you take a look at some of the new leather breeches his old man has ordered for you."

With his portion of the task done Owen rises and lets his stonelike visage slip as a moment of concern forms in his eyes for his friend. He leaves the mans side to go speak with the others. Nata is left to heal the mans bones, "Accepted Nata may need your help she is strong with healing but your help will still be appreciated." He turns to Meeko and Paulo, "I do appologize for this intrusion. It was Morcaths wish that he be surprised by an attack and that it be painful. Neither of you can truely understand the bond that a warder and ward share. But if I were in his place I would trust him to do the same for me. He will be well soon hungery and weak but well. You can ask him then his side of the story. We made sure my ward one of the Yellow ajah was present for immediate healing. and not risk more of his life than needed. Sir, if you have any food in back?"

Angharad frowns at Meeko. "Leave off, Ambassador! If I can stand this, then so can you. That man is my father in all but blood to me. It is far from easy for me to stand here and do nothing! Moreso than you can possibly imagine!" Angharad's words are short and biting, and frankly, she doesn't care what rank Meeko holds. As the Accepted said, that is her father Owen is beating, and if Angharad has to watch and do nothing, Meeko bloody well too! At Owen's words, Angharad jumps on the chance and rushes over to Nata's side, kneeling next to the woman, though her attention is on Morcath. Dark eyes glisten and only a TWo Rivers stubborness holds back the tears there. "Nata Sedai, please, what can I do? Tell me, anything, please!" asks the Accepted in a voice that hints at a despterate woman.

Morcath breathes slowly now, similar to his pattern when he is wrapped in the Void and sitting the courtyard. His face looks calm more than anything, but his cheeks are still wet. He looks... very unnatural. He opens one eye slowly and rasps, "Sedai.... anytime....."

Meeko just nods to Angharad and stops where she is, not interfering against her better judgement. She looks to Owen as he explains "I most certainly will ask him about this." she is still not happy "I cannot understand the violence one thinks they must go through to prove or help anything." This she speaks to no on special as she watches the Sedai and Accepted heal her close friend. She is mesmorized at the healing being done.

Nata speaks just once, "Prepare to link, then hold his head, it will be rough on all of us but just for a moment. :Morcath, please, by the light tell us it helped, even if just for a few moments, tell us it helped. even if she returned to the way she was, we will have hope...." Paulo regards the other man and nods slowly. He understands, but as apparent by his leaking eyes, does not like it much. "I'll see what Mara has cooked up. I can't guarantee eating it will help him, though." He manages a small smile and a laugh. "He'll se safe here, no matter what he needs, you can be sure of that."

Owen folds his arms across his chest, "I dont expect that you would understand ambassador. We train day in and day out to be able to take punishment as Gaidin. Our tolerance for pain is much higher than a normal man or woman. If we couldn't then we wouldn't be able to protect our wards in battle against the dark." His eyes narrow slightly when he says that looking at the woman. He has heard the rumors about this 'woman'. "He needed a shock so he needed great great pain. It is over now, you yourself can go to his side if you wish..."

Angharad reaches down, gently taking Morcath's head into her hands and placing it in her lap. She looks to the gaidin with a genlte look in her eyes, despite the tears that keep trying to form them. Angharad releases the source reluctantly, and prepares herself on the brink of embracing for Nata. The Sedai can Heal, Angharad cannot, but to be of any help is enough for now.

Meeko remains where she is "No I will wait till the healings are done and I will speak with Morc in private." she turns to Owen "I understand some of what your so called void is and have learned to enter it myself at times but to be beaten such as this seems a bit much." She has calmer now "I would have hated for some of the citizens of the city to see this display some would not understand at all and it would only serve to reinforce some of their beliefs that the Tower is above all."

Owen snorts and shakes his head, "Hardly, the tower fights to protect tar valon as well as every other nation from the darkness. We are not above all, but rather fight for all." He pauses, "Only fool would live here in Tar Valon and not realize that in their very being. Either a fool or a friend of the dark."

Paulo watches the Healing for a mooment and then looks at Owen. He says, "Please Gaidin... Ambassador... We are all friends of Ibn's... there is no need to cast such hints into this room, not now." The tailor's flamboyant ways have been subdued for the time, it seems.

Angharad frowns a bit at Meeko claiming she's going to talk to Ib.. Morcath alone. Angharad is going to have words with this man, herself. But now, Angharad tries to concentrate on the man in front of her, not the other's conversation, as hard as it is.

Nata grasps Angharad's strength and deftly works, hsnds leveling the bones and multople flows steadying the legs so all is straight, others relieving pain, one flow busy knitting the wounds moves quickly from spot to spot. The Yellow is concentrating so hard on the task, little aware of other things till, at last, she is done and releases Angharad first, then the source. "He is back as he was before this ever began."

Morcath shudders as the iciness of the Power flows into him, smiling just a little when Angharad takes his hand.

Meeko looks to the Gaidin as he makes his comment "Gaidin you do not live in the town as I do. You do not hear what is said and how many believe it is the dark that drives the evil doings at the Tower which is why they are so secretive about what they do. I have spent many an hour during the famine aiding these same people the Tower turned away." she speaks quite controled and her eyes do not leave the Gaidin at this point "I would be much more careful if there is ever another one if these shock teratements and keep it within the walls rather than in public." she then looks to Paulo "Yes we must consider Morcath now he has been a very good friend to me."

Paulo nods and says, "Then we will wait until he comes around. If he can, we will talk to him and see if he can tell if he was successful. If not, then we will return to our lives until he needs us again." His voice is much more... steely than it has ever been.

Morcath opens his eyes and tries to sit up. "Light," he murmurs. He seems a little groggy and then says, "I... take it that... we tried the suggestion?" He seems to be trying to get to his feet, however wise that is.

Angharad frowns at Morcath, but lets him get up. Actually, she rises with him. And once on her feet, Gaidin or not, Angharad swings her open hand at Morcath's face in a vicious slap. "-THAT- if for being a fool and not keeping this business on Tower grounds, -AND- for doing so durring one of -OUR- walks!" No, this Accepted is not pleased. Surely, she is overstepping her bounds, but she doesn't care.

Paulo looks up in surprise when Angharad slaps Morcath. He chuckles and calls, "Don't finish him off yet, my dear... there are those of us who plan to use knives...." The Tailor moves toward his oldest friend and says, "Boy, you are lucky Karyn is not here right now... she would gut you... again."

Nata is too drained from what she did to much react, not right now.

Owen moves over to Nata to give her some support and see that she is alright herself. "Thank you Casia you have done well. If only this will help Calandra Sedai." He shakes his head and lets the others fuss as they wish. He needs to get his ward back to the tower.

Morcath blinks in surprise at the slap. He nods a little, offering her a small smile. "I didn't know, daughter of mine, when it would be coming. If I had, I would have told you." He looks around to Nata and to Owen, saying, "Thank you both... I hope it worked. She is upset right now, but I'm not sure if it had the desired effect." He takes a few shaky steps toward Paulo, moving out of Owen's way so he can get to his Sedai. "You old goat," he addresses Paulo. "And I bet you sat over there, laughin and slapping your knees at the sight." The smile on his face says he doesn't believe a word of it.

Meeko looks at Morcath in an unhappy manner, her voice calm, almost to calm "When you are fully recoverd Morc, we must speak. Come to my office at the Council chambers." she nods to the others then turns for the door only to find it secured.

Paulo nods and says, "Of course, Ibn. I've not seen such a sight since the day you tried to steal a kiss from Karyn and she hit you with the board her da was going to nail into their floor." The tailor opens his arms and embraces the Gaidin briefly, but warmly. Then he cuffs him. "If you try that again, you stupid bloody fool, I'm going to knife you myself."

Angharad frowns at Morcath and sniffs. "He bloody well tried to knock Owen's head from his body. You shouldn't underestimate the loyalties of your friends, Father of mine." Then she turns with a hmmmpf to Nata and blinks. "Aes Sedai... I didn't realize you are that weak. I can, I think, get us back to the Tower quickly." Angharad licks her lips and frowns. She should have paid more attention. But that doesn't matter. Angharad holds out her hand towards an empty part of Paulo's store and weaves Spirit blindingly fast. A moment later and a slice of light appears and opens, revealing the Courtyard of teh White Tower.

Morcath turns to the Ambassador when she speaks and says, "I am at your disposal, oh wise Sage." He may be the only one to use that title for her, a remembrance of the past. When Angharad speaks, Morcath turns and says, "I'll see you back at the Tower, Angharad. would you.. stop in on Cala when you get a chance?"

Angharad nods to Morcath. "Of course. If Cavaeya Sedai doesn't blood... er... drag me off again like she's been threatening to do."

Nata nods and as Owen helps her, steps through the gap.

The moment the group of three are through the gap leading to the courtyard, it winks shut in the same manner it appeared, leaving no trace behind that it was there.

Paulo moves to the door and unlocks it, opening it for Meeko if she still wants to go. "I'll send your purchases later, Ibn. You're supposed to rest."

Meeko has left.