Cast of Characters:
Sionil - Aes Sedai
Coliena - Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah
Ashlynn - Aes Sedai: Green Ajah
Trecepton - Tower Guard
Lynna - Accepted of the White Tower
Arwen - Gaidin
Raemira - Amyrlin Seat
Micana - Keeper of the Chronicles
Nata - Aes Sedai
Trivan - Trainer
Chrisne - Dedicated: Warder Trainee
Calandra - Novice
Karaul - Gentled Resident of the Tower
Puppets:
Liala - Sitter for the Grey Ajah

Morillin
Slender and possessed of a willowy grace, Morillin observes the world around her from the vantage of her unusual height. At 6'1, she is tall enough to look most men in the eyes, and frequently does so with more than a hint of challenge in her gaze. Midnight hair cascades to her waist, rippling gently as she moves.
Large eyes, fringed with heavy lashes, are so dark as to appear black themselves, until one gets close enough to see they are actually a fathomless violet in colour. Her features are sharp, with protruding cheekbones and a pointed chin, making her handsome rather than truly beautiful, though the olive tint to her skin lends her a subtle exoticism which softens that initial impression. When she speaks, her voice resembles honey-coated steel...warm and liquid, but with a core of unbending metal beneath.
A simple dress of coarse, dark linen covers her from chin to toe, stark and severe in cut. She wears no ring, no shawl...these things have been taken from her now.

Sionil enters in her face neutral, aside of Coli. Coliena walks in with Sionil, and various other sisters and has her face neutral and calm - for a change. She inclines her head to the two sisters with Morillin and then, sparing any pleasanties, "It is time," is all she says, for a lack of anything better to say.

Sionil nods with Coliena at her guarding sisters who unlock and open the door to the cell.

Morillin hardly appears surprised. She steps from the cell without bothering to look at anyone, then allows herself to be escorted to the upper levels of the Tower.

Coliena nods to Sionil and the other Aes Sedai and turns on her heel to escourt the prisoner up.

Sionil opens the door out of the dungeons, holding it for Morillin, the Sisters, and Coliena to pass through.

[Hall of Servants: White Tower, Tar Valon]
The first thing that you notice when you enter this room is the Flame of Tar Valon emblazoned against the far wall, looking out over the room. The next thing you see is the rather long, curved table with a total of fourteen seats; enough for two sitters per Ajah, the Keeper and the Amyrlin. The carpeting on the floor consists of seven colors, each representing the Ajahs within the Tower. You'll also notice seven differently colored banners, one for each Ajah, hanging on the wall with the Flame of Tar Valon within the center.
There is a large fireplace within this room, used to keep the area warm during the cold season. The windows are open, allowing a cool autumn breeze to chase away the last remnants of the summer heat that is still trying to cling to the room. Several servants from the Tower staff can be seen cleaning and dusting the room. Soft rays of sunshine peer in through the windows, shedding the room in a soft glow of early morning light.

Sionil stands with Coliena as she and two other Aes Sedai, who delve quite powerfully, lead Morillin to judgement within this Hall.

Morillin proceeds into the Hall of the Tower, surrounded by Aes Sedai. Straight-backed and cool-eyed, the former Red allows her gaze to drift around the spectators.

Trecepton shivers slightly as Morillin is lead in.

Coliena enters with a very neutral expression on her face. And calm as well. Strange for she usually is at least smiling a little. She keeps her hands folded at her waist.

Lynna's already-serious look turns darker - anger at a feel of betrayal as she sees Morillin led in.

Arwen simply watches; his gaze falls upon Morillin before he turns his attention towards Raemira, to wait and listen.

Calandra sits quietly on her bench trying to go unnoticed.

Trivan glances around and bows respectfully. After a moment he heads toward the common benches once he figures out where he is supposed to be.

Sionil calls out, her voice neutral, with a tinge of coldness behind it, "Morillin Ebaera, you are summoned before the Hall of the Tower."

Coliena does not look toward Morillin as she says plainly, hearing Sionil's words, voice nearly as nuetral as her face, "Ask not why you are summoned, it is yours to answer not to question." The air of formality hangs in the words.

Ashlynn turns her eyes directly to Sionil as she starts to speak the traditional summons. She folds her hands in her lap, pressing her lips together as she does so. Her eyes are keen, like daggers as she turns them toward Morillin, hate glimmering there. There's no doubt that she just might want to be on the team that stills this traitorous woman.... this shadowsworn woman.

Micana stands in her traditional spot, flanking Raemira. Her staff is held at a formal angle, expression showing a little tightness. Her green eyes look hard as she observes the former Mistress of Novices being summoned.

Chrisne steps in silently and joins Trivan on the bench, his eyes scanning the room, seeing both familiar faces and unfamiliar faces in the Hall. (sorry, I am late, consider this to be just before the meeting starts:)

One of the two Aes Sedai standing guard says out, "Delay not in your coming, it is yours to obey in haste."

Sionil at the same time as the other two sisters (one being Coliena) says out "It is well to fear the summons of the Hall. It is well to obey in haste and humility, unasking. You are summoned to kneel before the hall of the Tower and accept their judgement."

After all the summons are made, Raemira turns her eyes to Micana and nods to her, signaling her to start the 'formal' proceedings.

Morillin's upper lip curls, slowly, as she listens to the summons. Giving her head a small toss, she watches Raemira intently.

Calandra just watches in the back, impassively.

Trecepton avoids looking at Mirliin.

Lynna's quiet gaze grows angrier as she sees Morillin's expression of disdain.

Chrisne sniffs almost unoticable the air that fills the room, he stares right through the former Aes Sedai.

Three times comes a crisp echo of a tap against the floor. Micana calls the proceedings to order with the formal gesture, her eyes moving to meet that of each person in the spaced gesture. She uses silence and the weight of her regard to insure silence, then looks toward Raemira as she steps back.

Sionil with a formal nod to Coliena turns to move to her Ajah.

Nata settles into place, her skirt whispering against the bench as she folds her hands in her lap. Her shoulders are stiff as if they bear a burden and her eyes stare straight ahead, ignoring Morillin for the moment.

Lynna smooths over her expression as Micana's eyes traverse the room, as if 'quieting' the 'noise' her anger is making.

Coliena nods her head as well, leaving the other two sisters with Morillin while she claims her seat in the with her sisters in the benches of the Brown Ajah.

Calandra folds her hands in lap and watches quietly.

The Amyrlin's eyes seem to zone in on Morillin, a deeply masked expression on her features, not once showing her emotions. "It is brought before the Tower, to be witnessed in this Hall, that Morillin Ebaera is to be charged for Treason for crimes against the Light and the Tower. She knowingly consipired with the Dark. Evidence has been brought forth which proves she killed Yuluriss Sedai of the Red Ajah. And lastly, she killed and maimed various others in her attempted escape from justice, as well as caused a vast amount of destruction to the Tower and the courtyard outside." Her voice seems hardened as she speaks, steel implanted there. "Tha Hall of the Tower demands judgement of the accused for her crimes against it and the Light." She pauses, glancing to each of the sisters representing their ajah. "Each Sitter may ask one question of the accused before they answer their judgement."

Calandra's eyes widen slightly, but her face remains expressionless... besides her rediculously purple hair, she'd be a picture of calmness.

Morillin has the nerve to smile, faintly, at the Amyrlin.

Raemira, however, does not smile back. In fact, her expression is the epitome of coldness, her emerald eyes glowing like a fire without heat. She stands there, ever watching the traitor before her, waiting for those Sisters to ask the questons to rise and get it over with.

Tweena of the Blue Ajah stands first "What thought of victory did you think you would have, were you victorious, with a thousand sisters to your three, the Tower would still stand"

Micana stands impassively, her glance moving to rest on Morillin as she awaits her response.

Morillin turns to face the Blue Sitter, her icily musical voice filling the quiet air of the Hall as she replies. "Only three, Tweena? Are you so certain?" she inquires in turn. After a brief pause, to let that insinuation sink in, she continues, "The Tower is already teetering on the edge of a very long fall. It was my hope to nudge it a step closer to that eventual fall. Small steps, my sisters, will win the war." She gazes around the Hall as she says that.

Calandra shivers slightly at the insinuation, but remains otherwise calm.

The White Sitter rises and nods her head to Raemira and Micana first, respectfully, before her cold gaze turns toward Morillin, studying her for the longest of times. "What prompted you to make the choice to side with the shadow, when in the end, you knew Light would prevail anyway." She gets down to the heart of what she believes to be the matter. Her icy blue eyes remain on Morillin, calm and completely emotionless.

Morillin turns once again, this time to face the White. In tones of soft mockery, she says, "Logically, it would be foolish to join a lost cause, would it not? The Light, simply, will not prevail. Not in the end. The Great Lord of the Dark will be freed, and his Chosen will rend this world with blood and fire. The Dragon Reborn will die a thousand deaths. And you, sisters....you will be leashed and brought to heel. You will be made to serve the Shadow with your gifts, as I have." Again, she addresses her comments to the Hall itself, that cool gaze warmed now by the fervor of her beliefs.

Ashlynn watches impassively as the proceedings take place. The hatred in her eyes just seems to grow at Morillin's impertinent answers. She sniffs at the very idea of the Dark geting loose and doing anything of value, sharing the views of several Green sisters sitting with her indeed.

Canlora Sedai, Sitter from the Brown Ajah stands up slowly, a gray strand of hair falling in front of her face as she motions a nod toward Raemira and Micana. Her age is only apparent in her hair, the smooth skin giving her the agelessness appearance of an Aes Sedai long with the shawl. Those who know her would remember her long winded lectures on History in a harsh voice as if she was trying to beat the knowledge she was giving into the minds of the students, though today her voice is for a not harsh, almost soft in nature, "Child," is all she calls the former Mistress of Novices, "The roots of your ancetry mark you as Ebou Dari, and the women there are know for their brutality. During your years as a student here many noticed your tendancy to enjoy watching other people suffer, though it became more apparent when you were given the position of Mistress of Novices. I believe this is why you joined with the Dark. And child, I must say, that you are wrong. For if the Dark One wins, time itself will be torn assunder, and then what world would there be for you to rule? What does a destroyed world have to offer to someone like you, when there will be nothing for you to enjoy? No pain for you inflict, because all there will be is pain."

The expression on Morillin's face is one of icy contempt as she faces the Brown Sitter. "How kind of you to speculate as to my reasons for joining the Shadow, Canlora," she replies curtly. "Though Raemira, our /treasured/ Mother, might object to your calling Altaran women 'brutal'." She flicks a glance at the Amyrlin as she says that. "It is true, I have never been one to lie down meekly and let others walk over me. Most especially men. If you wish to term that 'brutality', then so be it. To answer your long-winded question, however...this world will not be destroyed. It will be remade in the Great Lord's image. This world, and every other. There will always be fools who can be made to suffer, though....made to hurt. Always."

Liala, sitter for the Gray Ajah stands as Morillin gives her answer to the question, and asks herself of the former sister of the Red Ajah, "You say you have been a creature for the Dark One many years now, certainly there must be actions of traitorism that you have performed, or others you have converted that you wish to confess, and if not confess, gloat over." She asks primly.

Canlora shakes her head, as if listening to a child trying to say she only took the cookies because she was hungry, then sits down slowly, allowing the other Sitters to question, her mind already set.

Morillin's long, dark hair ripples gently as she shakes her head. "The seeds which I have already sowed will sprout in time, Liala," she replies with a hint of cool triumph. "Why endanger them now?"

Trecepton shudders slightly at Morillin continues to answer her questions and he begins to wish he wasn't among those sent to Guard the proceedings.

One of the Green sitters, Berilla, rises and takes the time to smooth her skirt before she speaks. "I'm interested in knowing several things. Foremost, how did you break your oathes, how was our rod on which we swear avoided?

The Amyrlin merely shakes her head from side to side as Morillin seems to dig herself deeper and deeper with each answer to each question. For a moment, a small, brief, hestitating moment, her eyes show sympathy to the girl, sympathy for what will become of her, then they harden once more, as cold as emerald eyes can get.

"The Great Lord of the Dark breaks all ties, all bindings, all oaths," Morillin answers calmly, turning now to the Green. "He is Death. His name has power." Tilting her head to one side, she pauses for a moment. Then, with a tiny smile, she says clearly, "Shai'tan."

Sionil raises her eyebrows, slightly shocked at the naming.

Calandra's hands immediately go over her ears as the word is spoken.

Coliena blinks and makes a quick sign used in Tarabon to ward of evil with her hand.

Canlora just stares darkly at the darkfriend and sniffs with distain.

Lynna blinks - startled by hearing the name more than shocked, looking as if she doesn't believe her ears.

Micana 's impassive mask cracks enough to let a glint of hatred shine out before snapping back into place. Fingers tighten on the staff she holds.

If anything, hearing the name of the Dark Lord appears to anger Ashlynn more than startled her. Her fists clench together, utter hatred pouring from her now. It's a wonder that her Gaidin have not come running to the scene just yet.

Raemira gives no expression, no reaction to the word, she simply stands there like a solid statue staring down the traitor.

Flareen, a yellow sitter now rises, ignoring the names spoken so foolishly. The things she has heard and had to do of late have hardened her beyond her usual. In a cutting tone she speaks. "During our recent questioning of you, Nata and I were told that Elsarin, the Green sister who died during your escape attempt was the only one of whom you knew. The other, Yselde, was an unexpected surprise. You were more of a 'loner'. We understand the isolated 'cells' to keep betrayal down when one is discovered. But one thing you have not answered as yet. Why were shadowspawn sensed in your room and how did they arive? You are not known to be able to travel, so you must know of someone else. Tell about this person if you would."

From the very back, behind all the guards and with other trainee's, a certain man smiles with some pleasure, knowing full well what this woman will certainly face before her. The tower's own resident former male-channeler, sane enough to enjoy the scene before, Karaul.

Morillin lifts her shoulders in a brief shrug. "You fools seem to think yourselves completely safe here in the Tower. As if your very presence here would somehow keep the Shadow at bay." Her words fairly drip with disdain at the thought. "Shadowspawn are free to enter the Tower as they are free to enter any other place. Surely you remember your childhood tales? Myrddraal ride shadows like horses." Cool amusement threads its way into her voice as she says that.

Lynna is doing a better job of concealing her anger than when Morillin was lead in, but her restraint on her temper is strained further, slowly, as she listens.

Coliena growls softly under her breath before she can stop herself. The woman who's old position she now fills is slowly working down on her neutrality and calm, though noting a certain smile from the Trainee section does help calm the blonde haired brown down a little. She doesn't look like she'll leap off the benches and beat Morillin over the head with a book at least.

Ashlynn just continues to steam quietly in her corner. She knows better than to think anyplace is safe, anywhere.

Micana 's grip tightens further and the staff in her hand rises almost as if she would strike it against the former red sister, then slowly lowers it, a feat of self control. She continues silent.

Sionil shakes her head, no amount of arbitration can save this woman, her fate sealed with her first disregard to respect.

Flareen raises one eyebrow. "So, you are saying you destroyed our usual wards and circumvented our precautions? Or you say that someone was to complacent and failed to set them?" She presses for clarification of the information she sought. Brazenly the yellow sister, painfully blunt in her manner speaks, not considering herself going out of turn, just seeing her question is answered to her satisfaction. Once asked, she sits down.

Morillin's lip curls into a faint sneer. "You ask sisters to set and monitor those wards, fool. I have done it myself, more than once. Does that answer your question?" Without waiting for a reply, she turns to face the Sitters for the Red, her former Ajah, and waits with icy serenity for the last question.

Finally, plump Ceridann of the Red rises to her feet. The cold anger which touches her ageless features is matched on the face of every Red sister in the benches behind her as she stares down at the traitorous Morillin. "Do you wish to repent of your crimes?" the woman asks sternly. "Here, before your former sisters and the Light itself? It will not save your life, but it might well save your soul. Think carefully, Morillin. Ask the Light for absolution, and it will be granted." Behind her, other Reds shift in their seats, perhaps disliking their Sitter's request. There is no forgiveness in Ceridann, however. None at all.

Morillin doesn't bother to consider the question. Wrapped in iron-clad arrogance, defiant to the very end, she replies in a soft, sharp voice, "Repent? Never. You /deserve/ to suffer, Ceridann. You all do. All who stand against the Great Lord deserve it." Soft laughter bubbles up, somehow bypassing the contempt, the anger, the fear. "His hand will reach out and crush the Tower. Only those who serve Him will be spared." Then, with a slow, graceful movement, she turns full-circle to face Raemira once again.

Sionil snorts, 'spared what?' the newest Aes Sedai thinks to herself.

Lynna sniffs softly, and shakes her head - disbelief overtaking other feelings.

After the last sister questions Morillin and Morillin answers, Raemira meets that stare of the former Red Sister. She never once lets it waver, "I shall hear the judgement of the Sitters present, based on the accusations, evidence and testimony of the accussed and self-proclaimed Traitor." She glances about the room, eyes meeting each of the Sitters who spoke.

Ceridann of the Red gives Raemira a slight nod. "The Red Ajah calls for her immediate stilling, to be followed within three days by her execution by hanging in Traitor's Court," she pronounces.

Flareen speaks in a cold, hard tone. "Still, execute."

Tweena stands for the Blue Ajah, once again, saying out "Guilty, let justice be served for this traitor's crimes against humanity and the Light, we call for stilling as well."

Morillin watches Raemira as the judgements are rendered against her, as if she doesn't hear her fate being decided.

Next speaks the green. "the same. Still her as she deserves, death for her crimes."

Raemira never once flinches or flickers at the judgement, or at Morillin's gaze. She watches her in an unwavering manner, that green ice expression rigid in nature.

The sitter for the whites rises, her cold glance glaring at Morillin, "Let the traiter get what she deserves, stilling and hanging. It is obvious she will never see the ways of the Light"

Canlora stands up slowly, cold eyes going towards the traitor. Her voice is harsh this time when she speaks, just as long winded as before. "The Brown Ajah, me and my fellow sitters, agree with the Red Ajah in that stilling should be the punishment for this childs crimes. We also see no reason to keep the -creature- alive to spread her lies longer than is nessassary." She sits back down slowly when finished.

Liala says out "For the Light, the Grey Ajah calls for her stilling, then execution within the Traitors Court."

Raemira glances away from Morillin to look at all the others there before turning her eyes back to the woman in question, "Judgement is heard and judgement shall be rendered, the Hall has decided that which you must accept. Morillin Ebaera, you are to be summarily stilled, tonight, and three days hence you will be hanged by the neck until dead for your crimes of Treason against the Light, humanity and the Tower. This I so judge and order, as Amyrlin Seat, Flame of Tar Valon, Watcher of the Seals, so it shall be rendered." Her voice seems to echo about the room and there seems to be a power to it that denotes a finality to her words, as if nothing, not even the Dark One, could save Morillin's soul now, "May Light have mercy on your soul child, for the Dark One shall not." With that, she glances to Micana to start the choosing process for the traditional circle.

Calandra watches quietly, remembering her lesson on stilling that Rayche Sedai gave her.

Morillin's gaze drops to the ground for a moment before she is able to compose herself once again. Dark fingers tangle in her skirts, however, knuckles white with strain, as she waits.

Micana steps forward with a sack of multicolored round markers. "Sisters, sitters, there are as needful, 13 black beads in here, the rest being white. Choose your lots and once the 13 black are chosen, those become the ones who form the stilling circle. Mother, all seem injured by this one so all should have equal lots of the full Aes Sedai, yes?

Almost as if that bag is a beacon, Ashlynn moves to take her lot. She reaches in, almost eagerly, and pulls out a black marble. A satisfied grin appears on her feautres as she steps back into her place, waiting for the others to do so. There was no way that this Green was going to be left out of the fun in stilling someone as vile as Morillin.

Several sitters go to take a marble, the bag a bit more full for the number of Aes Sedai here, they go away having taken a white marble.

Coliena takes a deep breath, stepping forward to reach into the bag to take her own lot. She looks up at Morillin while she grabs and begis to pull her hand out, then a glance torwards the Trainee's benches makes her take another one without looking. When she pulls her hand out she's holding a black marble. Heh.

What do you know. Several other Browns try and pick out whites.

Sionil stands and goes down, waiting, last as the newest and youngest sister, pulling out the last marble, by some chance it is black.

Micana continues to circulate the bag among those present. After several white are withdrawn, the green sitter gives a smug smile as she gets one of the black beads and takes her place beside Ashlyn.

Lynna folds her hands quietly, calm finally settling into her features as the last of the beads are chosen.

"Those of you with the black beads will form the link. You may decide amongst yourselves you may lead it." Raemira's voice calls out to the chosen thirteen to still Morillin, while her gaze never wavers from the traitorous former Red turned Black, or was that Black turned Red turned Black?

Ashlynn eagerly steps forward, just to one side of Morillin. She glances to the others questioningly, watching and waiting. She was one of the ones injured during the escape attempt in the courtyard.

Nata rises to take her turn. White.

Flareen next draws her bead. Black.

None of the yellows shows much of a reaction to the lot they drew. A few mutter. "Would that the other stood here also."

Flareen grasps the source to assist in the circle.

Others hold the source to observe.

Calandra wishes they would have given the novices permission to watch with the source.

Thais looks to her closest friend, nodding in agreement to an unspoken feeling.

Morillin waits in silence, stiff-backed, hands now folded at her waist. She gives a good impression of calm, despite the tightness around her eyes. Not one of those who gather around her are noticed. Instead, her gaze remains on Raemira.

Lynna sits forward slightly, almost eagerly now as she watches.

Sionil allows another to take the lead, having been safely an accepted at the time of the actions.

Ashlynn allows herself to touch the source, waiting for someone to take the link and lead it.

Coliena glances around at Sionil, Micana... Ashlynn, Flareen, the others. She inclines her head briefly then spares a glance towards Morillin before saying softly, "I would like the honor of leading the circle, unless someone else, Keeper, Ashlynn Sedai, wishes to do it. If so, I will yield." Hey, she wants to do it bad. But she'll leave it open to the others.

Sionil holds herself, at the precipice of embracing, for her gift to be taken as part of the link. Raemira inclines her head to Coliena, glancing to the others. Seeing no resistance to the suggestion she murmurs softly, "Then you may so lead."

Coliena can't help but smile slightly as she waits for all the sisters before she embraces, gathering up the other's power into a link. She turns to face Morillin, saidar shining around her more brightly then it would with her power alone.

Morillin slowly closes her eyes and braces herself for the blow.

Ashlynn gladly yields that power to Coliena, though not before casting a somewhat doubtful expression upon her features. Her eyes never waver from Morillin, pure hatred toward the woman adamently felt through the link by every person entering it.

Calandra's breath catches as she watches, holding it, her back straight, muscles tensed.

Coliena, feeling hatred, and a tad of pride, which can be felt clearly through the link, weaves together flows of Spirit, thicker than she could handle by herself, sharper than she has ever been allowed to wield against another person. Her eyes look right where Mori's would be, if the Black Sister had kept hers open, then she strikes, severing the woman before her from the saidar, forever.

Morillin's eyes fly open, bulging with pain and horror. A brief convulsion passes through her tall frame, dropping her to her knees with a soft thud. For a moment, there is a strained, tense silence. Then, hands clutching the sides of her head, the former Aes Sedai begins to scream. Rising higher and higher, echoing throughout the vast Hall, her cries are filled with a desperation and agony beyond knowing. Tears pour unchecked down her twisted features as she stares, sightlessly, at the tiles beneath her. Without any sort of remorse, Raemira merely commands, "Please remove the traitor from my sight and return her to her cell." She does state it politely at least, and quite coldly.

Lynna folds her arms as the screaming starts. Not one ounce of pity shows in her expression.

Thais sits quietly, her body tensing at the sound of the scream. But she doesn't look frightened. Indeed the Novice looks...satisfied. Yuluriss Sedai has finally been granted peace.

Calandra lets out the breath shd didn't realise she was holding and puts her hands over her ears... actually pitying the woman, just because of the loss...

Micana watches silently. Her gaze then slides from the stilled one to Raemira. The two sisters come forward again and pick up the lost one, dragging her down and away

Sionil moves out with them as the link is disolved.

Raemira nods her head to Micana, as if to signal the end of the court session, to dismiss everyone else after Morillin is safely taken out of the room.

Coliena doesn't feel a shread of guilt as she looks down at Morillin's screaming. Pity, yes. But not guilt or remorse. She lets go of the link and nods towards Raemira. She moves to follow the two sisters and Sionil, to escourt her back to the Dungeon.

Calandra watches quietly before rising, ready to leave once Morillin has beentaken away.

Micana turns to the room, giving the group time to collect Morillin, then raises her staff and formally taps it on the floor thrice, each time sending the sound reverberating.

Not even pity crosses Ashlynn's features, something of a rather proud and satisfied look to her eyes. She smirks, "Fitting, she should be stilled where she helped still one and gentle another, ironic too." She lets the others hear those words and soak them in as she gets released from the link. She moves to the doors to exit.

Morillin's screams never diminish as she is literally dragged from the Hall.

Lynna doesn't follow Morillin or her screams as the former Black is dragged out. Once the doors shut, she unfolds her arms, and shakes her head again, quietly.

[Dungeon: White Tower, Tar Valon]
Dark and dank does not even begin to describe this room. Several lanterns attempt to light the area, however the darkness seems to creep over them, as if to put them out. A musty smell prevails, from underuse of the area. Dust lines the floors, except for a few of the cells kept clean for 'visitors' who seem to negate the laws and rules of the land. Several cells line each side of the long hallway, each one posessing a single cot and a chamberpot. The cells appear to be made of thick stone, with a door of bars for access to and from.

By the time she is returned to her cell, Morillin's screams have dimmed to broken whimpers. Sobbing quietly on the filthy floor, she bears no resemblance at all to the once-proud woman she used to be.

Coliena closes the door to the cell and watches Morillin for a minute. She manages to get one sentance in softly, "Now you know how Karaul felt, Morillin..." The final stab she can offer.

Morillin doesn't hear. Not through the pain of her loss.

Coliena gives a small sigh, then turns around and leaves the dungeon. The prisoners whimpers follow her though as she walks, the former Aes Sedai being left with the two who accompanied Coliena down.