Cavaeya

Tall and slender with coppery skin and large, dark eyes, Cavaeya Siransu holds herself with a quiet assurance which few can rival. Her long hair, the colour of honey, is streaked with grey, and has been gathered into an elaborate cluster of curls above her swan-like neck. The strong lines of her face, with prominent cheekbones and a firm jaw, are further emphasized by the ageless appearance of one who has worked long with the Power, though her full lips, most often touched by a tiny smile, help to soften her features somewhat. She moves with the fabled Domani grace, every movement a step in some kind of flowing dance, but matched by a confident determination which says she allows very little to get in her way. That same strength is present in her husky voice, forceful yet musical at the same time. Her dress, cut in the Tairen fashion, has been fashioned from a pale blue silk which complements her coppery skin well. Low enough to leave her slender shoulders bare and show just a hint of cleavage, the neckline is embroidered with twisting lines of blue and silver thread. The lace ruff so favored by Tairen noblewomen is absent. Instead, the thin silk slides over her torso in much the same fashion as the infamous dresses of her native Arad Doman. Her flowing skirts have been slashed with silk of a silvery grey, emphasizing the thin belt of silver links which rests just above her hips. Matching combs of silver are thrust into her hair to keep it in place. Wrapped around her slender shoulders is the shawl of an Aes Sedai, its long tassels as blue as the sky. On its back is the Flame of Tar Valon in white, surrounded by curling vines. A ring in the shape of a serpent swallowing its own tail encircles the second finger of her right hand.

Tayndra

If one were to look into a scholar's book that defines words under the term scrawny an etched picture of Tayndra's face would appear. The girl is just plain small all around and looking half starved. With hardly any fat on her body she has a thin lanky appearance to her that gives off an aura of frailty. Her a reddish brown in color drapes down to her shoulders in straight locks. Facial features are cut strong as if the flesh followed the lines of the bones beneath with every turn. She wears a modest dress, from the looks of the tears here and there and the faded color, probably her only one. Upon her feet simple slippers to keep the stones and briars from making walking overly difficult.

Bellator

Bellator is a man of average height; he stands maybe five feet and a hand full of inches tall. He has long hair; it is a deep, nearly jet, brown color. Even this is not all, for, there is a braid of red hair, it comes from behind and above his right ear and goes longer than the rest of his hair, for it ends a few inches lower than his shoulder. His eyes seem to be made of Alexandrite and their shade changes in the light. He has a deep bushy mustache, which leads to a full thick beard. His beard forks and is a good few inches long. A chain of silver is around his neck; the chain has many garnets, blood garnets, inlaid into it. On his wrists are two different bracelets, one is of pure gold the other of pure black onyx, both fit tightly, but not tight enough to not come off. His skin is pale, yet tanned and weathered from sun and travel. The man appears to be getting on in seasons, grey hairs already streaking through his hair and beard. Upon his chest there is a finely crafted blue shirt. Though it lacks the frills of many, it appears to be extremely practical. His lithe arms, while small, are muscled for their small size. His pants are tight fitting and brown. The pants are as finely made as the shirt and they tucked into his boots. A black leather belt is around this man's waist and upon it are some of his most odd items. Six matching pouches of leather hang around it, yet that is not all. There is a black leather bound handle, enough for one hand, the handle of a sword. The sword itself, when seen, is nearly 35 inches of steel, with a long wide fuller down the middle that lightens it for quickness and speed. A master of the art of weaponsmithing appears to have built the sword marking it for use, not looks. It has a snuggly fitting black sheath that resides on the left hip of Bellator. This sword is ready to be drawn at any time. Well-worn black leather boots are upon the feet of this man; they are still in good condition. Finally, there is a green over cloak on this man. The cloak looks like it is made of leaves when view from behind and has many pouches of its own on the inside.

Thanos

A tall man who appears to be in his late 20's. Soft blond hair trimmed short in the front glides down the back of his head, forming into curls as they go to just below shoulder length. At any given moment, between one and two curly frills of hair dangle before his face before they are swept back into place only to spring forth again. Well muscled although far from bulky, he stands just a hair above 6 feet. His face is smooth, and presents a mix of features seeming to display both youth and years at once. His eyes are a deep hue of green, and flash with a veteran's glint. A very light mark, perhaps an old scar sits upon his upper left cheek. A remarkably soft and very curly blond beard, trimmed to maintain a length of no greater than one inch covers his face from lower lips to neck, from chin along his jawline and up to his hairline near the ears. At his side a very finely wrought hilt rests, clearly attached to an equally well crafted blade currently hidden by it's 38 inch scabbard. Upon closer inspection, you can notice prominently displayed upon the nine-inch pommel and six-inch crossguards are certainly what appear to be Herons. Interestingly, the blade is sheathed upon his right side, indicating left handed use. He is dressed casually, with a long light brown coat extending to his knees. A shirt of soft white, slightly puffy rests under the coat. His pants are of a commoner's brown cloth, unremarkable save for the belt with it's finely wrought buckle and sword cargo. Heavy, nondescript boots adorn his feet.

Janese

Dark brown hair possessing not even the slightest wave graces the head of this woman. It falls to a point just below her shoulders, held back on one side only with a bejeweled comb. The woman herself is of average height and frame. Nothing terribly outstanding, save for perhaps those dark flashing eyes in her olive-toned complexion. Ah yes, and that aquiline nose above the too-generous mouth that is usually smiling. Both ears are adorned with filigreed golden earrings, each inset with a purple gemstone. Her hands are arrayed with several rings that look to be finely crafted--all gold, while some have tiny gems inset. A longsleeved dress of soft lavender envelops her well-developed form in the Altaran fashion, snugly fitting in the bodice to the waist and hips, where it then cuts fuller to just above the ankles. The lavender material is caught up to the knees, revealing an ivory lace petticoat that is seamed with violet ribbons. She treads softly in shoes of matching violet, leaving a scent of an indefinite fragrance in her wake.

Alisa

A remarkably short woman standing well under five feet. The petite doll like features of her face are interrupted rather boldly by a large prominent nose. Her warm emerald green eyes often seem to flicker about like a sparrow or hummingbird. Her waist length white blonde hair has dark streaks running through it. Her hair is always done up into a intricate braiding style though wisps of hair generally still seem to escape. Her narrow hips and small bosom contribute to her boyish and dollike appearance. Around her neck is the faded leather strap of a small leather pouch that hangs down usually out of sight unless it is revealed by a low neckline. A shimmering gown the colour of cream is worn upon her body. Though it has a moderate neckline the form hugging style is clearly domani and its hem hangs around her ankles. Upon each of the sleeves of the gown is embroidered with exquisite skill and meticulous attention to detail is a rose in full bloom. The bloom is up on the shoulder done using a gold thread. The stem done in silver, twines down around the arm branching into a small system of roots at the wrist. The roots continue onto the gloves making it a certainty that they were made to match. The gloves them selves are make of a very soft leather, light brown in colouration Her velvet slippers have been dyed to match her gloves they too having the artfully done vines embroidered around each one. Carried in her left hand is a delicate fan that when both of the ivory handles meet it completes the engraving of a large thorn with a drop of blood on the tip. The drop is in fact two halves of a small ruby which fit together seemlessly. When opened, the fan shows a red rose in full bloom the colours vibrant almost alive.

Dorian

Dorian Colvin is a relatively short man, being about five and a half feet tall. He's not particularly handsome, nor is he ugly though.. settling somewhere in the neighbourhood of pleasant. At least by today's 'standards'. His dark brown hair is cut short, favouring utility over fashion, though it's half unkempt appearance seems to fit the picture. His eyes are a similar dark brown, and are touched a little bit by the crows feet indicating a man who smiles often. Even though the eyes themselves are not always in agreement with the smile on his lips, seeming at times to hold a grief the rest of his face won't admit to. He's a swimmer's build, no bulging muscles for him, and carries himself confidently... one feature stands out, however. On occasions, he favours his left leg.. there is a little bit of a limp to his walk as well. It is immediately apparent that this young man is one of the Tar Valon guards. The white tunic is hard to miss, sporting the flame of Tar Valon as it is.

Dorian's black breeches are, amazingly enough, spotless and without patches. His boots are in equally good shape, though he wears them like a man still getting used to new shoes. His swordbelt, though, is his own, a faded brown leather bearing a battered scabbard where his simple, yet functional blade rests. A pin on his shoulder declares his rank as Bannerman.

Keldrig

The first thing you notice about the man before you is the intensely black eyes, black as the darkest coal. Keldrig is about average height, and he possesses a rather above-average build. His jet-black hair reaches just beyond his shoulders. He wears a black cloak that flows down to boots. Under the cloak he wears a plain white shirt, and sturdy dark trousers. An intricately carved sword hangs from the leather belt around his waist. The sheath is worked with minute designs, and the handle is carved with delicate patterns. Keldrig looks to be a young man, barely breaking into his twenties perhaps? Nevertheless he seems to have a mature air about him. He is definitely not a child by any stretch, though he certainly still has much to learn. His attitude is congenial, but not overly so. He seems to be slightly reserved around those he does not know, but when he is with friends he is quite outgoing.

Main Room: Guardian Swords, Tar Valon

Clearly this was once the common room of an inn, yet now it has been transformed into a well kept Jeweler's shop. The shop is well-appointed and there is definite evidence of a woman's touch: the light scent that lingers in the air, as well as several potted plants placed strategically. Central to the customers' view is a large display case of the jeweler's handiwork--bracelets, rings, necklaces, and earrings of gold; some filigreed, some highly polished and inset with gemstones, and some just elegantly plain. On top of the counter rests a sign that reads: Special Commissions on Request. If one were to look behind the counter, they might see a well-worn stool and several bags or pouches, dark violet in color, that look to be velvet and strung with golden thread. Several comfortable chairs arranged about a low table are set in a corner of the shop. Towards the back of the room, there is a dark violet curtain hung across an opening, behind which might correctly be perceived as the jeweler's workshop, for more often than not, an offkey humming can be heard, along with the soft clatter of tools. Six lanterns are mounted upon the walls around the room, evenly spaced to give light all around. A large fireplace dominates one wall, ensuring that the room should never be cold.

Above the fireplace a somewhat faded symbol is painted on the wall, twelve swords in a wheel, each one's blade pointed inward forming a shield of steel. Next to that fireplace are a pair of well made comfortable looking chairs, one has a smaller reading table set next to it. Two windows, both looking out to the street flank either side of the main entry.

The windows are open and accepting to the outside air. The fireplace looking as if it has not been used in some time. The sun brings its full light into the room, and the lanterns sit unlit. Stairs lead up towards the old guest quarters, and there is a door near the fireplace. Oddly, that door has what appears to be a heron carved carefully into it.

Janese Thanos

Obvious exits:

Side Door Upstairs Street

Thanos steps through the main doorway from the street in his usual fashion, excepting his wet and matted curly hair clinging to his head. Obviously he's been practicing again. He regards the woman manning the store with a smile, "Well, been busy while I was out?" he asks.

Janese is seated on the stool behind the counter, rubbing an eyebrow with the fingers of one hand. She glances up, quickly removing such and smiles briefly, pain evident around the corners of her eyes. "A little, yes..was it a good practice?" Ordinarily, she'd be more alert to his appearance, but not at the moment.

A flash of concern crosses Thanos's face, but is quickly filed away with reasoning of hard work, and the clear solution. "Well, " he says nodding sideways to the fading sunlight, "it's about time for you to close up shop, and there are no customers to keep you."

He steps into the room and toward a couple of the wall lanterns, "I don't know about you, but I'm starving, what say we get some dinner?" he asks, knowing that she likely needs the food more than he does.

Thanos stops himself in his tracks, realizing his own mistake, and hoping Janese doesn't, "Oh, the practice was fine. Quite fine."

"Hard work? Lots of customers? If only he knew../did/ he even note that she opened late today? That she looked..well, /terrible/? And feels like she still does, really. "Oh..uhm..food. Yes.." Her reply is disjointed. "Yes..close would be good.." She gets up from her seat and idly pushes it aside, then rounds the corner of the display case, forcing a smile on her face.

Thanos nods, doing his level best to hurry and not look like it. He douces several of the lanterns but not all of them, and checks his belt purse to ensure it is well stocked. He waits patiently by the door for Janese to finish up, letting a concerned look slip only when she is turned away from him, otherwise meeting her with a patient smile.

Janese doesn't take long, for if the truth were known, she turned away all her customers just as quickly as they came in today..well after a few niceties..But she's not about to reveal any of this voluntarily, nor the quietly throbbing pain in her head, intermittent as it is right now. Emitting a very small sigh, she joins Thanos at the door, managing to raise one brow.

Thanos stiffens and puts on his winninest smile for Janese as she raises an eyebrow, 'she knows' he thinks to himself. Offering that now customary arm, he leads her out of the building, pausing only long enough to lock the door behind them with one deft hand before they walk down Darien Lane toward the Flaming Arrow Inn. Even as they walk though, he gives the woman at his side careful sidelong glances, hopping that he's right, and food and good drink will take care of it.

She knows? The only thing she knows for sure is that she's in pain, and wants to kill it. Right now a few drinks ought to do just that. Her benefactor really is most kind..and such a gentleman, among other private thoughts, thus it is that she returns his smile quite in kind as she takes his arm, acquiescing to his plan of going out.

Common Room: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon

 The common room of the Flaming Arrow Inn attracts both travelers and residents of Tar Valon. Its casual elegance comes from the extensive use of waxed and carved golden oak. To one side, an solid staircase with bronze arrow banisters below the oaken railing rises to the upper floor. Across from the stairs, a huge stone fireplace sits below a mantle carved with flames and arrows on either side. Large beams cross the high ceiling, supported by shaped columns where lanterns are mounted. Windows are placed across the entry wall of the Inn, which lies opposite from the long bronze-trimmed carved bar by the kitchen door.

The windows of the common room have all been opened wide, and the common room hearth is used only by patrons who sit upon its cool stone surface. The room is surprisingly cool for summer, due primarily to the ancient oak that shades the yard and roof above. Bouquets of summer flowers grace the mantle and tables, their scent freshening the room and providing color. Tantalizing smells waft from the kitchen and windows to mix here with the faint aroma of Tabac. The common room is filled with patrons this evening, delicious smells emanate from the kitchen, mixing with the faint smell of pipe smoke, around the room the hanging lanterns have been lit, their glow is cheery. By the door to the kitchen, a hand-lettered sign reads "This Evening's Special from the kitchen is: Clam Chowder, Smoked Fish, Fried Parsnips and Greens."

 <There are places here. '+help places'> <+view here/info and +view here/listening for commands and room info> Contents:

Janese Cavaeya Tayndra Bellator Thanos

Obvious exits: Garden Parlor Stairs Up StableYard

*Gulp* There it is again her breath being caught in her throat. The woman wants her to come right then and there to the tower? And what was this she was going on about to the man. The last one who talked to her in that was was wetting his small clothes? This isn't good at all. Tayndra grows more nervous and looks for a way to bolt from the room. "I'm sorry Sedai Cavaeye Siransu but I do believe that Master Ditipun will be needing me to come back and help move the sacks of grain to the cart. He doesn't like doing it all himself and gets very cross with me if I'm late." Not that she hasn't ditched him all day today yet again.

Rather loudly the former guardsman begins to laugh. "Aes Sedai, how do you think it would fare with the people if you struck your compitetion with a sudden illness? Ruthless and cold hearted... not exactly a kindly personable persona to take on." He turns towards Tayndra, "Do not fear all the Aes Sedai... just some, lass... just some."

The evening temperatures have cooled somewhat from the heat of the day, and as the inn doors are opened to admit yet more customers, a cooling draft accompanies. The tall blond Illianer, Thanos steps in, the Altaran jeweler Janese on his arm, looking to be in a bit of pain, most noticable about her eyes. "You pick where we will sit please?" she asks a bit plaintively, eyes looking around, yet not really noting, even though she does know at least two present.

Thanos nods complaicantly to his companion, noting his usual table empty, he guides Janese to it perhaps a little too quickly, already ordering a pair of ales along the way.

Thanos slides into the Back Corner Booth.

Janese slides into the Back Corner Booth.

Thanos flags a passing server and orders quietly.

The server quickly returns and walks over to the Back Corner Booth and sets the two ales before Thanos.

After sliding Janese's ale before her, Thanos quietly places a second order. Moments later the serving girl places two bowls of soup, a large loaf of bread, and a small wheel of fresh cheese before Thanos and Janese. The Illianer smiles cautiously as he waits for Janese to start eating, barely noticing the other company in the room, for the moment.

"Master Ditipun will have to do without you, child," Cavaeya informs Tayndra with a slight shake of her head. "I will speak with him if necessary, and you will be in no trouble so long as you are with me. There is no need to be anxious. I simply want to give you an opportunity to see the Tower for yourself. Few people can boast of doing that, surely." At Bellator's interruption, the Aes Sedai turns to face him once more, her copperyfeatures utterly devoid of expression. "Perhaps you should take your own advice, boy," she suggests, her voice soft. Like the whisper of steel against silk, perhaps. "Now. Whether you believe yourself to be any real competition to me or not, I do not appreciate your attitude. Perhaps you need some time to reflect on the benefit of proper manners when speaking with Aes Sedai?" Slowly, Bellator is lifted into the air until his head just brushes the rafters above. His belt then cleaves in two, and his pants are pulled to his ankles. "There," the Domani sister murmurs, studying her work with a judicious eye. "That should give you some time to reflect. You should fall back to the ground in....oh, an hour. Unless you apologize to me first, of course." Rising to her feet, she gives him a smile before adding, "You may not be wetting your smallclothes, but at least we get to look at them." Then, turning to Tayndra, she holds out a hand. "Now then. Shall we go?"

Janese briefly rubs the back of her neck and finally notes the others present, now that she's in a stationary position. Dark eyes note Bellator, the bookstore owner, and Tayndra, the too-thin girl who refused her offer of a bracelet, then scan the Domani..and a slight flicker of unease crosses her face. Darting a quick look to Thanos, she speaks quietly to him. She mutters to Thanos, "... Sedai!" As if the sight of one was..strange? No Trollocs here, after all..she quickly picks up her ale and downs the closest third.

You sense Janese briefly rubs the back of her neck and finally notes the others present, now that she's in a stationary position. Dark eyes note Bellator, the bookstore owner, and Tayndra, the too-thin girl who refused her offer of a bracelet, then scan the Domani..and a slight flicker of unease crosses her face. Darting a quick look to Thanos, she speaks quietly to him. "Light, Thanos..a Sedai!" As if the sight of one was..strange? No Trollocs here, after all..she quickly picks up her ale and downs the closest third.

Tayndra blushes as she looks up and sees the man standing there speaking with her and the Sedai...well the sedai actually suddenly lose his pants! And the woman from the tower is so nonpulsed and casual about it all! She looks away from the man and at the Aes Sedai, No that's the wrong place, across the room perhaps? "Of Course Sedai if you will send word directly to him...I do not wish to get into trouble." She rises and leaves the cup of tea that at one time was cool now just luke warm behind on the table to follow on the heels of this...Oh light what have I gotten myself into now.

Thanos's watching of Janese is interupted by her uneasy look and whispers, he doesn't even have time to get his concern for her off his face before she speaks. He looks across the room to see the others, watching Bellator settle into the air and he frowns darkly before placing a comforting hand over Janese's own with a reasuring smile, He mutters to Janese, "... quiet,... in... good mood." Finally he motions her to her food again, hoping not to have taken too great a notice by a certain person.

You sense "Thanos's watching of Janese is interupted by her uneasy look and whispers, he doesn't even have time to get his concern for her off his face before she speaks. He looks across the room to see the others, watching Bellator settle into the air and he frowns darkly before placing a comforting hand over Janese's own with a reasuring smile, "Just stay quiet, she's obviously not in a good mood." Finally he motions her to her food again, hoping not to have taken too great a notice by a certain person.

"Apoligize? To the likes of you? For what? You've proven my point, Cavaeya Sedai. There is nothing for me to apoligize for... I shall gladly float here for an hour... perhaps I could conduct some business from this height as well." Bellator looks down towards the Aes Sedai, grinning... though it is only slight right now. "You'll remember this moment... when you lose, you'll remember this moment."

Janese nods dutifully and slides her spoon into her soup, but only stirs it about for a moment, opening her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Sighing, she takes a spoonful and eats..then another. And deliberately does not look at the others.

"Believe me, Tayndra, you will not have to worry about any trouble from Master Ditipun," Cavaeya says to the girl beside her. "Come along." She begins to move towards the door, pausing only to glance upwards at Bellator. "You misunderstand, Master Aeolus," she informs him, smiling as well. "I am not really interested in whether I win the election for Ambassador. I am simply offering my abilities and experience to the citizens of this city. If they decide to choose another, so be it. It makes little difference to me, so long as Tar Valon gets the leaders it needs." With a small, disappointed shake of her head, she adds, "This election is not a popularity contest. Do try to keep that in mind." Setting off for the door once more, after gesturing Tayndra ahead of her, she tosses over one shoulder, "Oh, and enjoy the view." Then she glides outside, serenity incarnate.

Tayndra scurries off out of the tavern at the urgence of the silk clad Aes Sedai. There is no doubt in her mind that she doesn't want to cross this woman or even upset her as that could prove troublesome indeed.

Seeing Janese eating and the Aes Sedai leaving loosens Thanos's nerves a little. Passing the suspended Bellator a slow shake of his head accompanied by an 'you idiot' look, he focuses on chewing a bit of cheese. To Janese he says quietly, "Why do I get the feeling that that young girl is about to be wearing white exclusively very soon." and shakes his head sadly.

Thanos and Janese eventually finish their meal while studiously ignoring the. . compromised Bellator. Occasional winces trouble the woman while the Illianer follows each wince with a growing look of concern. Eventually they finish their meal, and Thanos leads Janese out of the inn and back home once more.

Hallway: Guardian Swords, Tar Valon

The hallway here would be very dark indeed were it not for the lanterns spaced down it's length. Several doors line the hall, leading to rooms that once housed mercenaries, now mainly empty and unused. Very little decorates this area, and you get the odd feeling of being in a dungeon of sorts here. Stairs lead down to the meeting room below.

<Type 'rooms' to get a listing of rooms present here. Contents:

Janese Thanos

Obvious exits: Janese's Quarters Downstairs

Soft footsteps sound just before Janese's door opens and the jeweler appears, adjusting the comb in her hair. She looks..rested, but yet there are still vestigial signs of pain about her eyes.

Thanos is given to a start as the door opens, having been half asleep sitting on the small chair currently next to Janese's door. He looks up as she exits and stands, trying not to let his own soreness from sitting there all night show, "How are you feeling?" he asks cautiously.

Janese blinks at Thanos sitting in a chair that isn't usually in that particular spot. Surely he.."Surely you haven't been here all night?" she blurts out incredulously, then flushes. "Most kind of you.." she smiles, looking just a mite embarrassed.

"Better, actually.." she adds, after clearing her throat.

Thanos casts a glance at the chair, definetly not in it's usual spot, "Most of the night yes, when that food apparently didn't help. . .well. . .I am sorry, but you do have me somewhat worried." He watches the woman before him with open concern now, noting those pained eyes with a small frown.

The man is entirely too nice..in more ways than one, Janese now knows. "There is no need to apologize," she smiles. "I am not offended..Jerash would often look after me in much the same way." But this one is /definitely/ not her brother...

Thanos's concern doesn't withdraw, yet something else flashes across his face for a moment, too quickly hidden to reveal much of itself. Given some confidence by her not being offended, he asks, "Are you sure you are feeling alright?" although he does stop his hand from raising, forcing it back to his side, "You still don't look to be perfectly healthy."

Janese brushes past her 'guard' with a wink--see, she's fine, really! and walks the short distance to the stairwell, but descends slowly and with one hand on the near wall, all the way down.

You move down the stairs to...

Main Room: Guardian Swords, Tar Valon

Clearly this was once the common room of an inn, yet now it has been transformed into a well kept Jeweler's shop. The shop is well-appointed and there is definite evidence of a woman's touch: the light scent that lingers in the air, as well as several potted plants placed strategically. Central to the customers' view is a large display case of the jeweler's handiwork--bracelets, rings, necklaces, and earrings of gold; some filigreed, some highly polished and inset with gemstones, and some just elegantly plain. On top of the counter rests a sign that reads: Special Commissions on Request. If one were to look behind the counter, they might see a well-worn stool and several bags or pouches, dark violet in color, that look to be velvet and strung with golden thread. Several comfortable chairs arranged about a low table are set in a corner of the shop. Towards the back of the room, there is a dark violet curtain hung across an opening, behind which might correctly be perceived as the jeweler's workshop, for more often than not, an offkey humming can be heard, along with the soft clatter of tools. Six lanterns are mounted upon the walls around the room, evenly spaced to give light all around. A large fireplace dominates one wall, ensuring that the room should never be cold. Above the fireplace a somewhat faded symbol is painted on the wall, twelve swords in a wheel, each one's blade pointed inward forming a shield of steel. Next to that fireplace are a pair of well made comfortable looking chairs, one has a smaller reading table set next to it. Two windows, both looking out to the street flank either side of the main entry.

The windows are open and accepting to the outside air. The fireplace looking as if it has not been used in some time. The sun brings its full light into the room, and the lanterns sit unlit.

Stairs lead up towards the old guest quarters, and there is a door near the fireplace. Oddly, that door has what appears to be a heron carved carefully into it.

Obvious exits: Side Door Upstairs Street

Janese finishes climbing steps and enters.

Janese has arrived.

Thanos, still knowing next to nothing about how Janese operates her shop, finds himself staying out of her way as they reach the bottom of the stairs. He ends up at his usual chair, slowly lowering himself into it, though he ignores the book and pipe for several moments, watching Janese before he remembers himself. Picking up the book, he starts to pretend he's reading, hidding his facial expression at the same time.

Janese goes about the business of opening up; unlocking the front door, then crossing the room to the window to pull open the curtains. A lot easier for a person with more height, but this woman isn't one who readily asks for help.

She pauses there momentarily to touch a hand to one brow, back facing Thanos, then turns about with a pasted smile as she moves to stand behind the counter.

Thanos continues to watch Janese as she settles behind the counter, ready for customers, he hopes. With the book covering his expression, he works himself up to a confident smile which he finally lets the woman see as he lowers the book for a moment. But that doesn't last long before the book masks him again.

Janese crouches down behind the counter to arrange a few pieces when suddenly there's the sound of metal hitting the floor and a softly muttered curse. "That shouldn't have happened.." she mutters to herself.

Thanos's head pokes up from his book, not able to directly see Janese since she crouched behind the counter, "What was that?" he says as his book finds itself on the side of his chair, held in one hand. The man himself looks like he's ready to spring.

"Oh.." Janese sighs, sounding confused, "I dropped a bracelet is all--one of the heavier ones..I thought I had it.." Maybe she didn't see it? She stands up, rubbing a hand over one eyebrow and blinking a couple of times as if to clear her vision. She backs into the stool and plops down onto it.

Thanos slowly brings the book back to it's pretend reading position, noting to himself that if anything else goes wrong he's either going to get Janese to an herbalist, or hit his head on something. . ."Well, slips do happen, just relax and it's not likely to occur again." he says, in total contrast to what he's thinking.

Janese nods slowly, looking at the seated man. Her guardian protector, it would seem. "Right.." she agrees, then picks up a quill to begin writing something on a piece of parchment. "Wonder eagle why it would?" she muses.

Thanos blinks, several times as he just stops and stares at Janese, a confused look on his face, "What was that? Was that poetry?" The book again begins it's slow decent to the table next to Thanos's chair.

"Didn't I?" Janese glances up and over to the man, slight confusion evident. "Contest the eagle ambassador."

Thanos's expression sinks from confusion to something a lot more involved than worry. The book is forgotten as it is tossed the last few inches onto the table, only to land badly and fall off the other side.

Thanos is out of his chair as fast as though he'd seen an enemy and begins to move to where Janese is sitting, "Either you can't talk right, or I've lost my mind, and I don't feel insane."

Janese squints up at the tall Illianer, looking for all the world like she isn't seeing him too clearly. "Here? Fuzzy you Illianer.." She suddenly claps a hand over one eye and moans loudly.

Thanos mutters to himself, "Oh Light." He wraps one arm around her while his free hand slips over her forehead, medical knowledge far beyond him. "I've got to get you some help," he says, desperately trying to remeber where the herbalists shop in town is, "I think I should carry you." his free arm already lowering itself for the task, although he's slightly hesitant about doing it.

"Walk-ohhh!" Janese's protest is useless, accompanied with a moan like that. Not to mention the fact that she is now rendered unconscious, slumping against Thanos. Guess she can't object to being carried now, can she?

Thanos has no trouble lifting Janese's now unconcious form, any grunt of effort that might have been called for is lost to his underbreath cursing, panic comming very, very close to dominating his actions as he heads out the door bearing the unconcious Janese in his arms.

After a long run through the city streets, stopping at the apothecary only to discover nobody there could help Janese, Thanos makes for the only destination that might hold any hope for the Altaran woman now.

Alindrelle Square: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

This small robust square holds a fanciful fountain right in its center. Srays of water shoot out from the mouth of a four-headed fish in greeting to those who pass by. Buildings made of white stone are etched in the shapes of fanciful shells or waves that are meant to dazzle the eye. Everything within the square and on the streets beyound seems to have been made for sheer beauty, as if to show off some great skill.

The square seems to be a cool spot to be during the hot summer months, as sprays of water from the fountain cool off those passing by. Dusk sets in and the street lamps are being lighted by those who's task it is to see the city lighted at night. People still bustle back and forth betweens shops and inns to gather a last minute package or to seek some entertainment. Every now and again Tar Valon Guards pass by with a patrol, to keep the streets safe.

Several different directions spout off from the square. The main exit leads toward the White Tower itself, making the square a center of traffic and other events. Three more exits lead down private roads, towards the southern most villages outside of the city. One single road leads toward the north, heading into NorthHarbor.

Contents: Janese Dorian Alisa Keldrig Bellator Thanos

Obvious exits:

Furniture Shop NorthHarbor Road Bakery Merchants Guild Jualdhe Branch

Alindrelle Gate Darein Lane Alindaer Drive

Thanos comes rushing across the square, aiming straight for the gates of the Tower. Sweat courses down his face, neck, and back by this time, having been running at this pace for some time now. In his arms he bears the unconcious form of Janese, holding her close to his body as he races along, a look of near panic is set upon his face.

Dorian .... is back in uniform, it seems.. and he's engaged, at the moment, with one of the gate guards. Though the latter, of course, pays Dorian only half an ear.. he has a job to do, after all. Dorian spots Thanos rushing towards the gates first, though, and quickly nudges the other guard and points. "Hoy there! Need s'me help?"

Alisa wanders into the square as if she does not have a care in the world her staff clicking sharply on the cobblestone road. She is humming a soft tune. Under on arm she carries a bulky bundle wrapped in the ever fashionable burlap

Keldrig emerges from the Alindrelle Gate, heading idly towards Darein lane, to check in on his Tar Valon friend and see how her Guardian Swords is coming along. His hand is on his sword, as it is most of the time lately, as he watches the activity in the square. Suddenly, he sees Thanos, running with the limp form of his friend, Janese, in his arms. Panic strikes first, then fear, then the desire to help. He rushes up to Thanos, and then begins to run alongside him. "Thanos! What happened? What's wrong?", he shouts over the noise beginning to rise.

Thanos's eyes never leave the gate, nor does his pace slow as he approaches. Calling forward in a breathless voice, he shouts, "She. .<gasp>. . .help!" He nearly stumbles over his own sheathed sword, barely managing to keep his balance as he drives forward, fear now clearly visible in his eyes to anyone near the gates and watching.

Strolling into the square from the northern harbour is Bellator. He has a few others, scribes presumably, following him. The strange mayener is in conversation with all but one, whom every now and again scribbles something down when spoken to by Bellator.

The seriousness of the situation dawns on Dorian as the woman carrying man plus one rush gatewards.. Perhaps he was a bit slow on reacting, but he's all guardsman now. Well, sort of. And since the guard at the gate can't really leave his post.. well, it falls to Dorian to clear any folk who might get in the way due to curiosity or ignorance.. "C'mon, folks, give 'im room.."

Alisa glances over at the scene being created but those woolheaded boys. Not actually all that interested but enough to pause momentarily.

Keldrig continues to travail upon Thanos for answers, and continues to run along beside the man. He looks at Janese worredly, and wipes the sweat away from his brow as he runs. What could be wrong? What could possibly be the mater? She is pale, very pale. But there are no outward injuries, no wounds to show Keldrig what might have happened. He growls, and continues to follow. "Thanos, please! What happened?"

Alisa continues to study the scene before decided it surely is a party of fools but thinks they are too clumsy to do any lasting harm to the girl so turns to continue on her way.

Thanos has something far more pressing on his mind than answering questions, especially ones to which he has no real answers. He finally slows as he reaches the gate, just enough breath returning to him to make a little more sense, "Please! This woman needs help /now!/" he calls desperately, not so much to the guards before the gate, but past them, seeminly at the Tower itself as he cradles Janese to him.

Coming closer to the tower, Bellator hears the shouting. When he closes in to see what is going on he recognizes both Thanos and Janese. He hurries towards them, "Light! What's happened?" He glances towards the young Dorian, "Well don't just stand there man... help Thanos carry her into the tower." He starts to go towards Thanos and notes his mood, "Come now... let us help you carry her in... three can carry her into the tower faster than one."

Alisa turns to the loud mouthed boy saying calmly "Play time is over stop acting like a headless chicken and start acting like a man if you are capable of such a feat. Pick her up properly and follow me I do not have all day to wait for little boys and thier tantrums" with that she turns and heads towards the tower not looking back

Dorian's eyes widen just a little as he recognises who Thanos's burden is.. but, dang, he's a guard.. this is no time to lose his cool. He listens to Bellator's directions.. and though the man may not technically outrank him anymore, he is still loathe to balk.. and yet, between Keldrig, Thanos and Bellator.. a fourth man would slow them up too much. "I'll run a bit ahead.. see if'n I c'n find one of them girls t'fetch a Sedai, Ser--" He doesn't finish as a lady steps forward, seeming to take command. Despite the situation.. yes, he stiffens. But he gets out of the way.. with plenty of people to carry Janese and people more or less out of the way.. he's done his part. So he steps sideways away from the small group.

Keldrig watches the Aes Sedai's condescneding antics, and sighs. Irritation digs it's way to the surface to mingle with the fear and worry. Aes Sedai can be such fools sometimes! Human life is important, whether you know the person or not. And no, the Queen's Guard's didn't teach him that little tidbit of philosophy, though he seems to claim they taught him eveything else in life. No, his mother instilled the respect for human life into him. With that thought in mind, he looks away from the offending Aes Sedai, and to the guards. "They are friends of mine, and mean no harm." The guards survey the situation, and nod to let the two inside the Tower Gates. Keldrig begins to help carry Janese' limp form through the gates and into the Tower.

Glancing towards Keldrig as Dorian hurries off, Bellator helps the other two lift Janese. "I know you not lad," He is looking towards Keldrig as he moves, "but I suppose that can't be helped now." He watches the Aes Sedai, shaking his head slightly and muttering something about being more personable under his breath as he moves. He glances towards his sword as he approaches the guard, but doesn't stop to take it off yet.

Thanos wastes a moment blinking at the woman walking calmly past him and toward the Tower before the realization of hope reaserts itself in him. Allowing his burden to be shared by Keldrig and Bellator, he follows Alisa closely keeping the small burden of Janese's upper body and head to himself. Looking at Dorian, Bellator, and finally Keldrig each in turn with a silent, 'thankyou' in his eyes, his fear and panic being slowly replaced by hope and determination.

Infirmary: White Tower, Tar Valon

The infirmary is an irregular shaped room of a large size. The straightest wall is the outside wall to the west where a row of long-legged beds, some with primative rails and binding straps, are spaced evenly. The bed legs are set in glasses, and the glasses set in pans of vinegar to keep insects from joining patients in bed, and to help control the various unsavory odars associated with infirmaries. Beside each bed is a portable privacy screen, simple ladder-back chair, a hook for clothing and a small square table with a lamp and needed supplies.

The inner, east wall has recesses created from areas between rooms on the other side of the wall, or taking up part of the other rooms' space. Some are lined with storage shelves for linen, gowns, personal supplies, and splints and bandages for wounds to old to be healed. A tub and sluice, privy station with lovely chamber-pots novices detest cleaning, a treatment area, and spots for soaking or prewashing nasty laundry occupy other niches.

People suffering from heat, training, work related, and from recreational injuries keep the infirmary busy. Windows are full open but covered with vinegar soaked net to cut down on insects during the times they swarm thickest. The growing darkness outside the windows signals those visiting patients to weak to move after healing, or those requiring further attention that it is time to leave.A simple wooden door along the narrowest wall leads out into the hallway.

<There are places here. '+help places'> <There are +views here. '+help view'> Contents:

Bellator Janese Alisa Keldrig Thanos Journal of Tursa Sedai(#2509V$)

Obvious exits: Hallway

Alisa walks into the immaculately clean healing hall real home of the yellow ajah(the heart and soul of the tower). Beds unused are made with blankets so tight you can bounce a gold crown on them. Several other sisters are in the hall as well tending the current wounded though they say nothing to alisa and give her a lot of room to do what see needs to do.

Thanos leads the trio of Janese bearers into the room following Alisa, paying little if any attention to what looks they have drawn on the way in. He watches the Aes Sedai carefully for her instructions.

Alisa says firmly "Place her on bed three the one with the teddybear sewn into the pillow." She then walks over to her desk placing her large package down on it with a thumb talking to no one in particular "no where did i put my scalpel and bone saw?" A quick look turns up neither of them so she will have to do it the old fashioned way.

Keldrig helps Thanos and Bellator lift Janese up onto the aforementioned bed, and then steps back, awaiting Alisa's dismissal. Being at least a bit familiar with the Tower he resides in, he knows it's coming.

Turning towards the third bed, Bellator only lowers Janese when the other men are ready. He starts to head for the door already, since he has left his swordbelt upon him in his haste. He stands quietly near the door, however, before heading out.

Thanos blinks at the mention of the tools, giving the Yellow a questioning look as he backs slowly toward the door.

Alisa walks over towards the patient then she waves her hand in a dismissive fashion. Then decided that the boys well need verbal encouragement "You may leave now. "

Keldrig bows to the Aes Sedai, fulfilling the duty as a trainee that he so far had not completed, and then heads out the door.

The Mayener turns for the door, sparing but a nod for the yellow sedai. Bellator glances towards Thanos, tugging him slightly, "Come now... they won't let you stay here Thanos, but there is no where else you could hope to have Janese as well tended to."

Alisa adds clearly "I never amputate except as a last resort"

Thanos nearly begins to address Alisa before Bellator's words come to him. Nodding small agreement to the man while casting worried glances at the Aes Sedai. "Jus . . ." he stops himself again, before following Bellator out of the room.

Alisa, standing by the bed she draws herself up to her full imposing 4'8"
then placing a hand upon your chest she surrender to saidar its warm embrace
filling her the way no man ever will. The nimbus appears around her(for
those who can see such things) and she quickly forms a thick cable of spirit
sending it to Janese then expanding it till it surrounds her much like her
own aura does before slowly starting to contract it.

Alisa finishes the scan with the spirit ending up as a ball under her hand.
She lets the weave and her grasp dissipate before she turns to head out to
the hallway

Alisa returns back into the room then reaching underneath the bed she pulls
out a nice handstitched wolf and tucks it under one of Janese's arm.

You open the door and step out into the hallway.

Aes Sedai Living Quarters: White Tower, Tar Valon

The walls appear to be covered in various tapestries and banners, each bearing the color and telling the tale of a different Ajah, perhaps how they were even started. There are several small tables about this area, where you might see figurines, floral arrangements or other various articles used to decorate the hallway. The thick, stone walls, keep the summer heat at bay. Several lanterns can be seen shedding light on the hallway. Aes Sedai, Accepted and Novices can be seen traversing the different ramps or heading down the different hallways.

Several hallways and corridors branch along this area. You'll also notice that a ramp heads up and down leading to other areas of the Tower. There are several doorways within each hallway, that you can see. All halls within this area appear to be carpeted for the Ajah that they represent.

Contents: Bellator Keldrig Thanos

Obvious exits: Infirmary Aes Sedai Residents Ramp Down Ramp Up

Walking out of the infirmary, Bellator turns to Thanos. "Perhaps we should get a few tankards of ale into you, Thanos, it'll make you feel better... leave the healing to the healers after all." He turns towards Keldrig, you'd agree wouldn't you?"

Keldrig nods. "Yes, I certainly agree." He turns to regard the cold Aes Sedai as she walks out of the infirmary, anddrops a respectful bow.

Alisa walks out from the hallway her face the serene mask of calm that always seems in fashion with the Aes Sedai.

Thanos looks down with a sigh until he sees Alisa emerging from the infirmary, he for one makes no attempt to hide his aprehension.

Alisa says cooly to Thanos "I am sorry little one. "

Thanos's face drops, "I got," he stammers, "I got her here as fast as I could." more said to himself perhaps than to the Aes Sedai regarding him coolly.

Alisa adds changing tone to a calm if only slightly warmer tone " I will need more time to examine her to discover what is wrong."

Glancing towards the Aes Sedai, Bellator shakes his head slightly. He then turns towards Keldrig, "Well, lad, what's your name? I'm Bellator Aeolus, owner of Famous Last Words, Ambasadorial Canidate... well, the list goes one, those are the only two of import however."

Thanos catches himself, having been brought to the brink and suddenly seeing a tiny handhold, he looks at Alisa with a slightly more determined face, "She had, headaches for the last couple of days." He offers up the information with as much levelness as he can.

Noira comes out of Noira's Room.

Noira has arrived.

Alisa nods slowly "well perhaps i will focus my attention there first any information will help save time. Do not worry I will find the cause and eradicate it."

Keldrig having just departed, Bellator stands looking around. He seems to avoid interrupting Alisa's interogation of Thanos. He starts to move off to a side, leaning against a wall as they discuss between each other. The mayener glancing around the hall every few moments.

Thanos nods, somewhat reassured by the Yellow's words as he stands before her. Wracking his brain for more details, he says, "Her speach went strange before she fell unconcious. Speaking jibberish, I'm not sure if she even realized it." He shakes his head with the memory.

Coming silently out of her room steps Noira. With book in one hand she closes the door with the other and turns to walk down the hallway. She nods towards Alisa as she sees the Yellow and raises a curious eyebrow at the questioning going on.

Alisa says calmly "well i suppose you can visit her. Though keep the visit brief she has a long road ahead of her."

Thanos brightens visibly at that possiblity, nodding to Alisa, "That will be very fine then. I shall be brief." He tentatively steps toward the door.

Turning to glance towards Noira, Bellator nods to the lady. However, he quickly moves back to glancing around. "If I'm not needed, I think I'll take my own advice and go gather myself a tankyard or three of ale." He starts to head towards the ramp down.

Alisa turns to follow the boy back into the infirmary

Thanos tosses a nod of thanks to Bellator as he departs, stepping through the infirmary door himself.

You open the door and enter the infirmary.

Infirmary: White Tower, Tar Valon

The infirmary is an irregular shaped room of a large size. The straightest wall is the outside wall to the west where a row of long-legged beds, some with primative rails and binding straps, are spaced evenly. The bed legs are set in glasses, and the glasses set in pans of vinegar to keep insects from joining patients in bed, and to help control the various unsavory odars associated with infirmaries. Beside each bed is a portable privacy screen, simple ladder-back chair, a hook for clothing and a small square table with a lamp and needed supplies.

The inner, east wall has recesses created from areas between rooms on the other side of the wall, or taking up part of the other rooms' space. Some are lined with storage shelves for linen, gowns, personal supplies, and splints and bandages for wounds to old to be healed. A tub and sluice, privy station with lovely chamber-pots novices detest cleaning, a treatment area, and spots for soaking or prewashing nasty laundry occupy other niches.

People suffering from heat, training, work related, and from recreational injuries keep the infirmary busy. Windows are full open but covered with vinegar soaked net to cut down on insects during the times they swarm thickest.

The growing darkness outside the windows signals those visiting patients to weak to move after healing, or those requiring further attention that it is time to leave.A simple wooden door along the narrowest wall leads out into the hallway.

<There are places here. '+help places'> <There are +views here. '+help view'>

Contents: Janese Thanos Journal of Tursa Sedai(#2509V$)

Obvious exits: Hallway

Alisa enters the infirmary.

Alisa has arrived.

Thanos enters the room just before Alisa, eyes turning directly toward where Janese lies. He steps forward cautiously to the bedside, looking the stricken woman over.

The jeweler looks pretty much like she did when she was carried into the Tower--face pale, skin dry. She might even look as if she was sleeping, save for the pasty complexion.

Thanos frowns as he looks Janese over. He places a tentative hand over her forehead for a moment before slowly bending himself down, bringing his face close to her ear, He mutters to Janese, "... will... just.... ...." He stands upright again, looking down at her sadly.

You sense "Thanos frowns as he looks Janese over. He places a tentative hand over her forehead for a moment before slowly bending himself down, bringing his face close to her ear, "I am sorry I had to bring you here. It will be okay, I promise. I just. . .I. . .I'm sorry." He stands upright again, looking down at her sadly."

Alisa walks over to her desk and sneaks a cookie out of her stash in the middle drawer

Thanos looks over to Alisa from where he stands, asking, "Do you have any idea of long. . .she might be like this?" That hand of his still on Janese's forehead as though checking for a fever.Alisa takes another bite of her cookie then walks back towards the bed "We will know soon as i finish my cookie"

Thanos slaps down the stab of impatience that leaped to the surface, prefering to nod in acceptance, "I would like to stay until then. If you'll allow it." He sounds quite subdued, clearly he has some sense of when to swallow his pride and make like a mouse.

Alisa finishes her cookie as quickly as a 6 yr old. Reaching out to her old friend she surrenders to saidar its warm embrace filling her. She forms a slender probe of spirit this time and placing a hand on janese's forehead she sends the probe into her head.

Thanos's own hand pulls back to his side involuntarily as soon as he realizes Alisa is going to touch Janese's forehead. He then steps to one side, giving room without being too far away for his own comfort.

Alisa works the probe down through her head with a care and deligence of a master butcher hacking as at prize roast.

Thanos watches closely, though all he sees is Alisa standing over Janese with a hand on the striken woman's forehead, even the realization that the Power is being used here is lost on him, for the moment at least.

Alisa has that inner glow of pride as her more focus probe yields the results. Of course she thinks she did not account enough for the thick bone sheath that is the skull. A rookie mistake. Using the weave of spirit as a guide she forms it into a conduit for the flow that is too follow. Mixing some Air and fire into a seemless whole she sends the new weave down the spirit pipeline to attack the harmful material.

Alisa excises the blight with a skill to make even the finest surgeon green with envy careful and delicately bit by bit falls to her gentle yet irresistable force. She gets a huge rush of as she realises once again she cheats that most patient and voracious of opponents Death once more.

Alisa finishs up and then probes her handy work making sure the job is done completly before letting her hold on saidar slip through her fingers. She reaches for her cookie only to find it gone glance over to Thanos she is sure he took it though does not say anything. "It is done"

Thanos looks closely at Janese at hearing those words, though he doesn't see much of a difference. He tells himself that since he couldn't see the cause of this, he likely couldn't see the cure either. Instead, he turns his eyes to Alisa, "Will she be. . .alright, Aes Sedai?"

Alisa says calmly "Time will tell. if she is strong of spirit she will recover quickly if not then it will be much longer. "

Thanos nods solemnly, though the relief on his face is evident dispite his efforts for emotionlessness. He turns and heads to the doorway out, stopping at the doorway and looking at first Janese, then the Aes Sedai who saved her life,

"Thankyou." is all he says before he is out the door and gone.