The Players:

Morcath

The man before you stands slightly above average height, though no more than would occasion comment. He is well-muscled, but again, not enough to cause most to stare. Morcath has black hair, long to his jaw, tied at the temples with a braided leather hadori. On his cheeks is stubble, about 3 days worth. His face is hard and dark and bears a few smaller scars, though on his right forearm is a jagged scar that hurts to look at. His eyes are blue, like frozen sky.

Morcath wears clothes of a simple, but nice cut. His boots are black leather, worn from use and functional. He is wearing black breeches, tight enough to allow free movement and to hint at strong muscular legs, but loose enough to be comfortable. Tucked into the breeches is a nice looking dark blue shirt, simple in design. On his shoulders is arranged a black cloak, matching his breeches. It catches the occasional breeze, fluttering behind Morcath as he walks. Poking out over his right shoulder is the hilt of his narrow bladed sword. He does not seem to even notice it is there as it looks a part of him.

Carrying:

Accolade Token

Angharad

Angharad Colven is a short woman, standing just over five feet, with long, thick, dark brown hair, held in a braid that dangles down just past her waist. This woman appears to be in her early twnties, and speaks with a noticably heavy Two Rivers accent. Angharad's face is soft and rounded, a softly pointed chin ends the framing of her face. Dark brown eyes seem to hold a fire within their grasp, held back only by pure strength of will. A precise nose sits above frowning lips, which seem to pout instinctively. Angharad is an athletically built woman, with a continula tint to her skin cause by long years of working in the sun.

White drapes Angharad, until the hem of this simple dress. Resting there are seven bands, each of a different color, each representing a different Ajah. On the third finger of her left hand, a glinging golden ring sits, with a saphire eye that sparkles dangerously; The Great Serpent Ring.

Cedric

This fellow appears to be about 28 or so. He stands of an average height, with a muscular, but not bulky, build. He has dark hair, loose to his jaw. His slanted brown eyes and hooked nose betray his parentage as Saldaean. He is clean shaven.

Shina

You see a tall young woman with a slender willowy form. She stands about 5ft 8in tall with copper colored skin. Her features are delicate and fine with full red lips and a bit of color added to each cheek. Long shiny raven black hair flows in waves off her head carefully groomed to the right side and adorned a shimmering loose fitted net of silver and amber gemstones. Intellegent brown eyes peek out behind her dark lashes. Her limbs are thin but well defined with curves in all the right places leading to delicate hands and dainty feet. Her chest and hips are both well formed and curved giving her just the right shape. Her voice is hucky and seductive with a definate Domani accent.

She wears a cream colored high necked dress of very thin silks which is very transparent. It is long sleeved with a loose flowing fit that still manages to cling over her bottom, hips, and chest. The collar and cuffs are adorned with a bit of lace and pearl buttons. Under the dress she wears long silk slip of the same material and color with thin straps over her shoulders and a low laced neckline that just barely covers her breasts. It flows down over her body ending mid thigh with a laced hem. Even with added layer of cloth the outfit still show a scandlizing amount of her body. On each wrist she wears several silver and brass bracelets some of which are very finely engraved. Her right foot bears a finely engraved golden anklet and each foot is clad in a tanned and embroidered leather sandal.

Rhynne

This young woman, not looking to be older than her seventeenth naming day, is fairly average in height and frame, with the possible exception of her legs; they being quite long. Thick dark brown hair falls to her shoulder blades and frames a cream-colored face while bangs fringe her arched brows. Tilted dark blue eyes appear very alert to her surroundings. They are set above a strong nose indicative of her heritage. Lastly of all, an expressive mouth usually set in a smile completes her facial portrait.

She is clad in a simple white dress which is not totally unbecoming on her, setting off her dark hair as it does. It is devoid of any embroidery or any embellishments save the addition of a soft white leather belt that encircles her waist, attached to which is a small white leather pouch that rests off to one side. The skirt is cut full to provide adequate movement for any chores that she will surely be doing, for this is the dress of a novice. White shoes are upon her feet.

Darial

Darial is somewhat short for a man and obviously barely into manhood. Built reed-slender, there is a wiry hint of strength to him nonetheless. Thick waves of dark hair are trimmed short about a square-jawed face. Dark brows are arched in perpetual question over nearly black eyes that hold a glimmer of amusement except in the most serious of circumstances. A straight, slightly bent nose over a firm, full mouth give him a sterner look than his eyes would indicate.

His clothing consists of a plain cotton shirt and trousers in bright greens and sturdy working boots.

Wynn

This young woman stands just over five and a half feet in height and bears a lithe build. Her skin is a deep chocolate, almost ebony and appears to defy the sun any attempts at a tan. Silky jet black hair cascades down her back to just past her waist. The soft locks have been braided along its entire length, with blue ribbons that have been woven in. Two bright green eyes, dart about and look at things, wide with wonder. They catch the light and sparkle, like emeralds dancing in the sun. The curves of her face, and well the rest of her body for that matter, are sharp and angular, almost making her look like a statue of obsidian, but a warmth about her features quickly dispels that idea. She looks to be in her early twenties, but it is hard to tell, as she has the beginnings of the ageless qualities attributed to those that can channel.

She is wearing a light blue gown of tight fitting silks. Thin straps that connect front to back are all the keep the dress from falling off her shoulders. From wrist to shoulder, a soft silk caresses her skin. The gown reaches down to her ankles and almost looks tight, but it is slit on both sides up to about halfway between her knees and her waist. A belt of seashells is wrapped around her waist, and matches a necklace that hangs around her throat. One seashell rests between her cleavage, most of which is left bare by this daring gown. While everything is covered, it leaves hints of what might be hidden. Faint traces of blue and green can be seen on the edges of the cleavage that is shown, hinting at maybe tattoos similar to those on her hands. She has three earrings in each ear. The three matching sets are: one pair of dangling dolphins, one pair of small dangling ships, and a pair of emerald studs. A simple gold ring is worn in the left side of her nose. A fine golden chain runs from her nose ring to the ship earring in her left ear. Tattoos of bright blue and green play about her hands, obviously there for some purpose. Upon her hand is a ring that can only be a Great Serpent ring. A heavy cloak of light blue keeps her warm on cold days.

The Place:

Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Before you stands a magnificent palace made of delicately sculpted marble, rather than blocks. Gently arching walls and bulging domes rise high into the sky, seemingly just barely touching the clouds with its delicately crafted spires, topping off the breathtaking sight before you. Looking about, one can see a small garden off to the side, with a small winding path down it's center that leads into a maze of bushes where one might get lost if not too careful.

All around one can see bare trees and shrubs, as if the winter cold has taken the life from the plants. Snow softly blankets the ground and the benches in the yard, however there is a cleared path so that one may walk about the grounds. The noon sun rises high in the sky, shining down brightly into the courtyard grounds. All around you can see that the area is a bustle of activity as Novices and Accepted alike work on their chores or mill about on various benches in the yard doing their studies. Aes Sedai clump together in small groups, holding private conversations, keeping a careful eye on events in the area.

A broad stairway, made of pristine white marble, enters into the White Tower, marked by a massive pair of doors decorated with delicate carvings of intricate workmanship. A tall, white wall cascades around the yard, its entrances and exits marked by high gates leading to the street, watched by the Tower Guard. Somewhere in the courtyard you can see buildings for the barracks and the stables. You can also see an entrance to the practice yard, marked of by a row of high hedges.

Shina steps out of the tower as she seems to visit thier more and more often. Hand delivery is very popular with many sisters.

Over by the Osendrelle Gate, there seems to be a bit of a scene going on. Several guards seem to be arguing, no, trying to calm down a panicking man. The man, a merchant by the cut of his clothes, speaks in a loud voice, rather distraught. "But she's gone, I tell you! I cannae find her anywhere! Me daughter is worried sick. I know ye White Tower folk can help ifn ye want to. Please! Me wife is gone!"

Cedric passes by the Guard into the courtyard, his staff tapping rhythmically on the ground as he walks. He wears a very pleasant smile on his face as he looks around the yard.

Angharad gives Morcath a nod in return, about to sit down and open her book when she notices the commotion over by the Osendrelle gate. Arching an eyebrow out of curiousity, Angharad sets the book down on a vacant bench and makes her way over in that direction.

Morcath look over as well at the commotion, returning his book to the secret pocket in his cloak. He rises and strides easily over to the man, saying calmly, "Peace friend. Take a deep breath and tell me what is wrong. I am Morcath Gaidin and would like to help." Calm and cool, that's this Gaidin to a T.

The Tower guards look at Morcath, then bow and back out of his way. The man, seeming near the point of tears, reaches forward, trying to grab Morcath's shirt. He's too far gone to panic to be scared of the Gaidin. "Me wife, one o' the seamstresses here in town. She's gone, Gaidin. I cannae find her. Me daughter is at her aunt's house scared beyond anything! I also be scared. She's ne'er done this before. I donnae know what to do. I... she's my love. I..." The man breaks down into sobs. "I just wannae find me wife. That's all."

Cedric moves to stand near Morcath, behind and to the right, specifically. He watches, but remains silent, simply being another pair of ears, what he believes this man needs.

Shina Walks over listening curiously.

Angharad moves to Morcath's left, since Cedric took his right. Angharad had no authority by far, here, but she is managing to do a good job of emmiting an air of someone with authority, features calm, looking down at the man impassionately, listening.

Morcath nods and says, "Okay sir... What's your name? And your wife's? When did she go missing and from where? Would you like to have a seat, sir?" He's being very soft here, trying to calm the man down.

A muffled whimper escapes the man. "I am Gaeter, Gaidin. Gaeter Sandoval. Me wife is Feena, Sir. She's been missing since yesturday afternoon, Gaidin." Not bothering to brush his eyes, the man slumps towards the nearest bench. "I think I do need to sit down, Gaidin. It's been a long day, and I've looked all over the city..."

Angharad's lips twitch downwards, despite herself. Could Angharad actually be sympathizing with this man? Taking a step forward, the Accepted offers the man her arm. "Here, let me help. You are tired, physically and emotionally," she says in a soft voice.

Shina gasps, "oh my.. Is she alright?"

Cedric nods to himself and moves to the side so that Morcath or Angharad might be able to sit next to the man. The Entertainer looks deadly serious here, suddenly actually LOOKING like a Warder for once. He gives the yard a quick glance, nodding politely to Shina when he sees her, but still saying nothing.

Shina says "Someone has to find her.."

Morcath allows Angharad to sit down beside him if she wishes and the Gaidin says, "Alright Master Sandoval, just relax a moment and we'll find your Feena. You can call me Morcath, if you would like. Now, where was she going when you last saw her?"

Shina sits down and watches with concern showing on her face.

Rhynne has arrived.

The man nods to Morcath, after having leaned on the Accepted all the way over to the bench. "All I know is she said she needed to meet another woman about a dress, and she ne'er returned. She didn't say where she was meeting, but she'd nae leave town without telling me." Continuing to shake his head, Greaten lets out another sob. "She's my life, my love. I'm nothing without her, Morcath Gaidin."

Shina watches with some concern, "Theres been a lot of violence lately..she wasn't alone was she?"

Darial comes from the direction of the inn, eyes searching the courtyard for something or someone. He spots Morcath Gaidan, but also the crowd near him. Instead of approaching, he wanders over to look at the small garden.

Morcath gives Shina a stern look and is quick to say, "I wouldn't give that another thought. Perhaps she fell ill while meeting this woman? Sometimes food can go bad without anyone knowing and it can lay up even a big man in bed for a few days. Why don't we try and get a picture of this other woman?? Did she mention what this woman did? Perhaps part of a name? Anything that might be helpful to find her."

Shina nods, "I'm sorry.. We'll find her of course.. did she say were she was going exactly?"

Geater shakes his head at the gaidin. "Nae, Morcath Gaidin, she did nae say anything of this other woman, except a meeting. I did nae even see the sketches for the dress she was working on for the woman. I'm sorry." Spiraling down into self-loathing, the man mutters through his greif, "Me wife is gone, and I cannae help. I donae know anything of use. I'm just useless."

Rhynne descends the steps of the Tower, tugging a woolen shawl closely around her shoulders against the winter chill. Her breath hangs in the air. Hmm..a little crowd today--she tenses slightly at the sight of the Domani merchant, but sees with relief that she doesn't seem to be displaying her merchandise today--well not other than what she wears, of course..

Angharad reaches up, putting a hand on the man's shoulder, talking softly to him, a conflicting expression on her face. "No, Sir, it's not your fault. None of this is. Don't starting going down that path, or you will not be able to return. Morcath Gaidin is right. Perhaps she's at a Healer's or something. We'll find her, don't worry." Looking questioningly at Morcath, Angharad comments, queries really, "The Tower will do everything it can... I'm sure."

Cedric spots the young man but returns his attention to the situation at hand. He asks, "Perhaps, good sir, if you could describe your wife? What she looks like and maybe what she was wearing when last you saw her? That would be very useful."

Morcath nods at both comments, replying, "Yes, what was she wearing? We'll do whatever we can, of course, I swear." Aside from that, the only thing he does is crouch so that he does not impose over the man.

Darial spots Rhynne and offers a wave and smile, although he doesn't say anything. Maybe the better to listen to the conversation nearby.

Gaeter nods to the Accepted, then Shina, then Cedric, then Morcath, his poor weeping head bobbing up and down. "Yes. Yes. I donae know where she went. She would nae tell me. As far as what she was wearing? SHe was wearing her favorite yellow dress. Andoran style, we're Andoran originally, you see, with a white apron. There were little pink flowers embroidered on the hem and sleeves." Gaeter smiles oddly for a moment. "Funny how you remember odd things like that. I ne'er noticed them before, really. But now I remember them fondly." Sighing, Gaeter goes on to describe his wife, "She is in her middle age, Feena is. She is plump, but the weight of childbirth looks good on her bones, and she's a vision of beauty to me. Her smile, the kind that would like the darkness of Shayol Ghul itself. She has blonde hair, golden like the sun, and eyes the color of the sky at noon. Red cheeks, that would grow even more red when she blushed or was working hard at seamstressing."

Wynn comes down the steps, her cloak resting gently about her shoulders, keeping her warm while not hiding her gown at all.

Angharad looks back to Gaeter, and balls her free hand into a fist, frustrated by not knowing what to do. Angharad isn't all bad after all. Normally, she would wave and call out to Rhynne, but considering the circumstances, Rhynne gets a nod, and as much of a smile as Angharad can muster. But that's all.

Public places! One has to love them..Rhynne catches the wave out of the corner of her eye and makes her way over to Darial. "Well..Light shine, Darial." she greets with a friendly smile. No, Morcath..not *too* friendly. She lowers her voice to ask, "Did you have a good talk with Morcath Gaidin there?"

Morcath nods slowly and says, "How tall?? Is there anyone here who is about her height?? And how long is her hair? Does she have any scars or perhaps any marks that would distinguish her?

Wynn reaches the bottom of the steps and gazes about the courtyard taking in each and every person gathered there before deciding where to go.

Shina sits with the group hoping to be able to help.

Darial gives a similar glance to Morcath, then back at Rhynne. "He questions my desire to be here, but I suppose that is normal. I am to be... tested today."

Gaeter looks around, frowing, the panic threatening to well up and overcome him once more. Finally, the weeping man notices Wynn and motions to the Aes Sedai. "Me wife, she's about that tall, Morcath Gaidin." Then he motions to Rhynne, "'Cepting her legs are as long as that one's there." Gaeter sighs. "She's all legs, Feena is. She says it makes dresses look better, being all legs." Gaeter shakes his head again, "Me poor little Sephie. I do nae want to tell her that her mother is lost and nae coming back."

Shina looks to Wynn herself, "Yes. actually Morcath I know Feena from my business and council meetings..I could spot her."

Wynn approaches the group and smiles to Morcath, and then Shina, and takes in the panicked man. Her eyes are curious as she catches only pieces of conversation.

Angharad would get up and curtsey to the Aes Sedai, honest, she would, but she is currently busy speaking softly to Gaeter, the man who's wife is missing. One hand rests on his shoulder, the other is balled up in a fist in her lap. As conflicted as Angharad is at the moment, she doesn't let that overwhelm her, instead, she focus on the man. "You're doing fine, Sir. We need all the information we can have, if we are to help find your wife. Perhaps you could provide a list of clients for us. Surely your wife kept such records."

Morcath eyes Shina for a moment and nods. He then turns back to Gaeter and says with a reassuring smile, "You won't have to tell her that, my friend. Not if I have anything to do about it. Now, perhaps you would like to go inside with this nice man," he motions to Cedric , "and you can have some tea and try to calm down. I'm going to organize a few of us to help find her. Would that be all right?? i know you want to be involved, but you need to relax a little. We need to do this rationally and you're a little too frantic."

"Tested?" Rhynne lifts a brow. "I wonder what that will consist of. I mean, certainly it's a different testing than what potential novices undergo.." She glances to the rest of the group a few paces away and, spying the Aes Sedai, drops a curtsy--always good to do whether they're looking or not; good habit. But she's not used to having to do so for Angharad yet.

Cedric nods and says, "I'm sure I can find some tea that you would enjoy, but I won't make it for you, you have enough problems without having to deal with my tea." He seems to be trying to lighten the mood with humour.

Angharad frowns ever so slightly at Cedric's comment, but refrains from frowning at the man himself. Why do men always try to make the situation worse by humor? Angharad looks at Morcath questioningly, almost wondering if the gaidin wants her to go with Gaeter as well. No, Morcath would have said so. Angharad pats the man once more without saying anything.

Darial nods to Rhynne. He follows her glance. "Should I bow as well?" he says in a low voice.

Gaeter looks gratefully around at the group. "You've all been so kind. I will nae forget this." Standing, a bit uneasily, Gaeter looks towards Cedric. "Feena do nae let me make tea, either. I can nae make water boil without burning something, she says." Then he moves to follow the other gaidin inside.

Wynn remains quiet where she is for the moment, just watching, her eyes are gentle though as she looks at Gaeter.

Cedric smiles and motions to the Tower. "Luckily for us, my good man, there will be many people in there who can make wonderful tea. And soup too, I've never known a bad day that hasn't been helped, if even a little, with a good hearty soup. If they need us, they'll come find us, don't you worry." The Gaidin leads the man into the Tower.

Rhynne chuckles softly and nods. She mutters to Darial, "It... You are... to... Sedai,... the... mine, save hers... been Raised..." Another little chuckle. "But you don't need to bow to Novices.."

Morcath watches the man go and the rises to his feet. Suddenly, he is very much the Gaidin again as he says simply, "all right, Mistress Teresi, you know what she looks like, so you will have to give us a more detailed description than his. Try not to compare her features quite as.. poetically. I'm going to get some of the Guard together, we'll do an organized search, starting in two places, her home and the more heavily commercial streets. Ask any tailors or seamstresses if they've seen her in the past three days, as well, ask any Guards you see on duty. Any questions or suggestions?"

Darial looks over at each indicated person, bowing deeply, if roughly to the indicated three. "Each time?" He forgets to lower his voice.

Shina nods and begins to describe the missing woman with such detail that is amazing. She smiles warmly explaining afterwards, "I'm very detail oriented and I especially like to remember people."

Shina speaks up again, "You should check with Paulo he knows her I think."

Angharad suddenly yanks on her braid, turning back to Angharad, bane to most men in the Tower. Frowning in Morcath's direction, but not aimed at the Gaidin she asks, "What do you want me to do? She's been gone for over a day. I do not like this at all, Morcath." Oooops? There's an Aes Sedai here?

Wynn remains just a listener for the moment, looking at each of the three still here.

Morcath says to the Accepted, "I would like you to join the search efforts, Angharad. Why wouldn't I want another pair of eyes and ears there? You know what she looks like, you can ask as well. We'll keep searching until dark and then meet here. if we've found her by then, we won't have to go back out. If we haven't, then we'll at least be in the same place. Any other questions?"

Shina nods her head, "I do not want to go out alone..obviously its not safe. I am willing to help search though..she and I weren't close but I feel a kinship with all the other merchants of the city."

"Each deserves a bow, yes.." Rhynne confirms quietly to the young man, then whispers "But they seem to be entirely occupied at the moment.." A missing woman? Not good news..Dark blue eyes cast a worried glance to the group.

Darial starts toward the group. "I can't just stand here," he says aside to Rhynne. "Pardon, Morcath Gaidin, but can I be of help in your search." That characteristic slow flush steals up his face. "I could not help overhearing with the volume you were using."

Morcath replies, "No one will be alone. Ladies, you will search with either a Guard or myself." A few of the Tower Guards have come over and Morcath says to them, "The ones who are not accompanying one of these ladies will pair off. Standard search, be aware." His blue eyes dart to the young man and he replies, "Fair enough. However, you are new to the city, so make sure you pair with someone who is not unfamiliar with the layout." Another pause as he waits for any more questions or concerns.

Angharad frowns at Darial as she stands, considering something, it seems. Then she turns to Morcath. "I'll take this lad and Rhynne with me, if you have no objections, Morcath." There is an underlying tone to Angharad's request, but who knows what it could really be.

Morcath shakes his head. "I have no objections. Remember, we're to be back here by dark." He looks to the last two women and says, "Your pairings, ladies?"

Darial swallows, shooting another glance at Rhynne. Maybe he should have stayed quiet. Deed done, however, he bows again to Angharad. "I would love to help you in your search."

Shina says "Shall I go with Wynn Sedai and a guard?"

Wynn looks at Angharad for a moment, "The novice is your responsibility, I expect you both back in one piece." she says softly and then looks towards Morcath and nods, "That would work if you agree." she adds and thinks for a moment, "We could also stop by my offices and send a few of my men to look for her as well." she adds after a moment's thought.

Angharad frowns down her nose at Darial and nods. "Follow me, then. Rhynne, come along." Angharad sweeps for the Osendrelle Gate. "We'll go to the woman's home, Morcath," she calls over her shoulder. Then she comments in a firm tone to Darial and Rhynne. "Let me lay down the ground rules. I am in charge, this is not because I have an ego, it is because I have the experience and ... talents necessary. If I say run, run. And by the Light, run where I tell you to. If you see a ... doorway in the middle of the air with the courtyard in it, don't bother waiting for me to tell you to run, just jump in it...."

Rhynne blinks as she's included and walks over to stand near Angharad. She smiles briefly at Darial and shrugs a shoulder. Unknown as to the help she can be. Angharad's instructions snap her attention and she nods soberly.

Morcath nods to the suggestion and says, "Sedai, if you would go with Mistress Teresi, and take Lieutenant Toral (NPC Guard) that would be perfect. I'll join you in a moment. Remember, sundown." He watches the other groups head off.

Darial smiles for a moment at the instructions, then regains a serious expression. "I understand."

Wynn nods to Morcath and looks towards Shina, "Shall we?" she asks softly, fully expecting the guard to fall in behind them as they go.

Shina keeps in step with Wynn, "Yes of course Sedai."

Angharad arches an eyebrow as she frowns at Darial. "For the love of Light, boy, stay serious, please. You're already giving me a blasted headache." Then she nods to Rhynne. "Come along, now."

Osendrelle Square: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

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 beyond seems to have been made for sheer beauty, as if to show off some great skill. Small statues, crevices and friezes help to decorate the Inns and shops that line the streets. There is a large statue in the center of the square, in the shape of the White Tower, with the Flame of Tar Valon emblazoned on a small flag, honoring the Aes Sedai and their work.

All around you can see that buildings and roads around you are covered with pristine white snow. Icicles hang precariously from the edges of drain spouts, threatening to fall at any moment. Small lamps light the street. At all four corners of the square you will see that each opening to a new road is well lit and tended. Very few, if any, people walk the streets at this time of night. Tar Valon Guards can be seen passing through on their rounds of the city.

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.

Wynn enters the Osendrelle Square through the Osendrelle Gates of the White Tower, watched by the hawkeyes of the Tower Guard.

Shina enters the Osendrelle Square through the Osendrelle Gates of the White Tower, watched by the hawkeyes of the Tower Guard.

Darial enters the Osendrelle Square through the Osendrelle Gates of the White Tower, watched by the hawkeyes of the Tower Guard.

Wynn passes to the north, walking to Daghain Road.

Shina passes to the north, walking to Daghain Road.

Daghain Road: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

The road is paved with thick chunks of square white stone, smoothing out the street to a fine surface. Before you, in a short distance, looms the White Tower, standing guard over her city and giving a sense of peace to her citizens. Inns, shops and residences line either side of the street on either side. Many alleys shoot off the main street to form their own little coves.

The cold winter chill seems to nip at everyone as they pass along the street. Snow lies the walkways, covering over the paths. The street is brightly lit by several lamps posted at every alleway. A patrol of guards walks by every now and again to make sure all is well.

To the west lies the path to Luadge Street while east lies Treesingers Avenue and the Ogier Grove beyond that. Daghain Bridge lies to the north, guarded by a few Tar Valon guards, who diligently check passes of those who pass by to make sure they can leave the city. Southward lies Osendrelle Square and the looming White Tower is beyond that.

Wynn walks along the street, speaking softly, "So what type of places does she tend to go?" she asks Shina as they approach a small building.

Shina walks along looks about as she does, "We didn't really socialize much but I'm sure she visited Paulo's at least sometimes.. and the council hall of course."

Wynn nods and opens the door for Shina, "This will only take a moment," she says softly.

Shina walks into the building with Wynn.

Wynn nods to the four young men sitting inside the building, "I have a task for you," she says softly and writes a description down on a sheet of paper and hands it to one of them, "I need this woman found." she says softly, "I will be looking around the city, report to me if you find her." she nods and lists at the bottom of the paper the places Shina mentioned. One of the young men takes the paper and nods, going to confer with the others. Wynn turns back to Shina, "So shall we?"

Shina nods her head, "Yes of course." She brushes past Wynn and moves to the exit letting the afternon sun frame her form in light.

Wynn watches Shina for a moment and then follows back into the street where the guard is waiting, "If you would guide us on to where her shop is." she says softly to Shina with a smile.

Shina looks back curiously, "I do not think she will be found there Sedai?"

Wynn nods, "Neither do I, but it is best to start somewhere."

Shina nods her head and moves off letting herself lead the group. Her walks is smooth and graceful always with that Domani senuality.

Wynn follows, a smile on her face.

Treesingers Avenue: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

Inns, shops, and merchant houses line the street, each decorated with ornately carved friezes, statues placed in niches or cupolas and intricately worked cornices. The street here is made of cobblestone, showing a difference from this area from the main city, where the streets are paved smooth showing that perhaps this area was not made completely by the Ogier.

Snow layers the ground hiding icy patches. Icicles hang down from the statues and the cornices. Small snowmen can be seen littering the street. Lamplighters travel down the street to make sure that they lamps are still brightly lit. A patrol of Tar Valon Guards can be heard marching down the streets, keeping order.

From the road you see one of the famous groves that were made by the Ogier. It is one of the few known left in existence, placed there by the Ogier when they build the city. Tall trees spire out from the fence surrounding the grove. Northeast one of the tall lacework bridges leads to Osenrien Village, watched by a pair of Tar Valon Guards, busily checking passes of those entering and leaving the city. To the west is a road that leads towards Daghain while southwest lies Osendrelle Square and the looming spires of the White Tower.

Wynn comes just after Shina, the guard trailing just after her. Her eyes dart about a little as they go and she moves up closer.

Shina smiles and gestures, "Right this way Sedai." She turns towards her own shop making her way to the door.

Wynn nods and follows Shina curiously.

Shina steps inside ahead of Wynn walks into the store.

Teresi Imports Shop: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

This shop is fairly large at least forty feet wide and sixty feet deep. What space lies within is filled with exotic goods from the west and places all over the world. The walls are covered in fancy floral paper of powder blue and rose red with jade green vines. The floor and ceiling are hardwood possibly oak and kept polished to a fine finish. At the front of the shop is a wide glass paned window which both lets light in during the day and allows people outside to peek in. A counter rest on the right manned during business hours by a staff member. During both day and night lanterns along the walls and a few hanging from the ceiling keep the rooms well lit. On the ceiling there are several vents to allow any smoke to flow outside.

At all times the shops is kept crammed full with several rows of shelves holding spices, clothing, herbs, jewelry, and such items. A few tapestries and carpets are rolled up in the back also on sale. The shop offer much selection and specializes in things not found locally around Tar Valon. In the back of the shop a wooden door leads to another room but this door is kept closed at all times. A small sign on the door reads: Employees Only.

Shina looks around carefully nodding to the girl behind the counter, "As I suspected she is not here..I will ask Vera though." Shina saunters over and speak with the girl then turns shaking her head, "Vera has not seen her.

Wynn blinks a little, looking slightly confused.

Shina turns to look at you, "Aes Sedai? are you well?" She walks over and gently holds your arm and rests one hand on your waist, "Is there something amiss?"

Wynn shakes her head, "This is your store isn't it?" she asks softly.

Shina nods, "Yes it is ..you know that.." She stays close holding and supporting you.

Wynn nods, "The missing woman works with you then?" she asks softly.

Shina shakes her head, "No Sedai she did not..I was asking my girl if the woman might have been here today."

Wynn blinks a little and nods, "Ah, okay, I misunderstood." the faint edges of a blush are evident

Shina smiles, "Everything alright?" Her helping hands rest on arm and hip warmly.

Wynn smiles and nods, "Shall we continue looking?" she asks, "Any idea of where to go next?"

Shina says"Not especially..prehaps if we simply wander?"

Wynn nods, "That sounds good," she says softly, "shall we rejoin the guard outside?"

Shina smiles and brushes very close to the Sedai and slides past her intent on doing just that, "Of course."

Wynn nods and follows after Shina, eyes bright.

Treesingers Avenue: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

Inns, shops, and merchant houses line the street, each decorated with ornately carved friezes, statues placed in niches or cupolas and intricately worked cornices. The street here is made of cobblestone, showing a difference from this area from the main city, where the streets are paved smooth showing that perhaps this area was not made completely by the Ogier.

Snow layers the ground hiding icy patches. Icicles hang down from the statues and the cornices. Small snowmen can be seen littering the street. Lamplighters travel down the street to make sure that they lamps are still brightly lit. A patrol of Tar Valon Guards can be heard marching down the streets, keeping order.

From the road you see one of the famous groves that were made by the Ogier. It is one of the few known left in existence, placed there by the Ogier when they build the city. Tall trees spire out from the fence surrounding the grove. Northeast one of the tall lacework bridges leads to Osenrien Village, watched by a pair of Tar Valon Guards, busily checking passes of those entering and leaving the city. To the west is a road that leads towards Daghain while southwest lies Osendrelle Square and the looming spires of the White Tower.

Shina looks about as she walks into the street, "Aes Sedai? Any directions?"

Wynn shrugs a little, "You probally know the city better than I do." she says softly.

Shina nods her head and strides off ahead, "This way Sedai."

Daghain Road: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

The road is paved with thick chunks of square white stone, smoothing out the street to a fine surface. Before you, in a short distance, looms the White Tower, standing guard over her city and giving a sense of peace to her citizens. Inns, shops and residences line either side of the street on either side. Many alleys shoot off the main street to form their own little coves.

The cold winter chill seems to nip at everyone as they pass along the street. Snow lies the walkways, covering over the paths. The street is brightly lit by several lamps posted at every alleway. A patrol of guards walks by every now and again to make sure all is well.

To the west lies the path to Luadge Street while east lies Treesingers Avenue and the Ogier Grove beyond that. Daghain Bridge lies to the north, guarded by a few Tar Valon guards, who diligently check passes of those who pass by to make sure they can leave the city. Southward lies Osendrelle Square and the looming White Tower is beyond that.

Wynn follows closely to Shina, the guard some paces behind them.

Luadge Street: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

The wide road is paved with fine blocks of white stone, making the street smooth for traveling. Shops, inns and alleys line the road, as well as several peddler stands. Buildings are made from fine white stone, in the appearance of shells or waves. Small crevices and friezes can be seen decorating the structures, as well as several ornately crafted statues.

The cold chill seems to bite at any it can reach. Snow gently blankets the ground and covers over any ice patches that may have formed. The street is brightly light with several lamps shooting off in every direction. Several guards pass through the night to make sure all is well.

Looking about you, you can see there are several streets shooting off from the main road. To the southeast, you will find yourself on Osendrelle Square, while to the northwest you will see the looming structure of Luadge Bridge. West leads you to River Plaza and east to Daghain Road. At the bridge, there are several Tar Valon Guards checking the passes of those entering and leaving the city.

Shina strolls along the street keeping an eye out and asking around after the missing woman.

Shina is workign the street asking people about the missing woman. She looks back at you now and then to make sure you are keeping up.

Wynn keeps up easily, the guard doing the same now too, and Wynn tries to ask but a lot of people seem not to want to talk to her.

River Plaza: Northharbor, Tar Valon

The plaza is a sight to see, with its elegantly decorated buildings that resemble the waves of a river and shells of the deep. Statues, friezes and intricately decorated crevices line the street as they shape the roofs and other aspects of architecture. Shops and inns line every side of the street imaginable. There is a lone fountain in the midst of the area, with the head of a lion acting as the spout for the water.

The cold winter air seems to be biting at all around, as people are bound in warm clothing and cloaks. There is a thick blanket of snow on the ground, with small ice patches hidden within. The fountain is frozen over. The plaza is lit with several lanters, so people can travel easier in the city at night. Tar Valon Guards pass every now and again to make sure all is well.

Luadge Street turns to the northeast. NorthHabor Road can be see continuing to the southeast, toward the White Tower. To the northwest, one can see the outline of a row of docks, leading to the waterfront and the River Erinin.

Shina moves along through the streets continuing to ask around somtimes someone had seen her but even chasing down allt he hints proves fultile. After a while Shina slows down a bit looking a bit tired.

Wynn catches up to Shina, "I haven't had any luck really, you?" she asks softly.

Shina shakes her head, "No ..I'm afraid not."

Wynn sighs softly, "Maybe we should head back."

Shina looks to you, "You think so?"

Wynn nods, "We haven't had any luck, and we did say to meet back there."

Shina nods, "of Course Sedai.. I am at your service."

Wynn smiles, "How are things?" she asks as she starts back towards the Tower.

Shina smiles slightly, "I am well. Was there anything special you wished to know of?"

Wynn shrugs a little, "Any new silks?" she asks as she heads down the street.

Wynn turns southeast and starts walking to NorthHarbor Road.

NorthHarbor Road: Tar Valon, Tar Valon

The street is paved with large chunks of white stone, making the road smooth for travel. This being one of the older sections of Tar Valon, tell tale signs of Ogier stonework can be seen all around with statues, friezes and crevices all over the varying inns, shops and homes. Most buildings are made to look as if they are some kind of breaking wave on the seashore or a shell, with their varying outward appearances.

Snow seems to blanket the area in a thick mass as people dress as warm as possible for the winter season. Cold air bites at all around, trying to get to any exposed area it can. Up and down the road you can spy lanterns that are brightly lit for the nighttie traveler. Tar Valon Guards pass by as they make their rounds.

Northwest opens up into a rather large square, called the River Plaza, which continues on toward the NorthHarbor Docks. Southeast looms the White Tower, that seems to spire high in the sky and watch over the people in Tar Valon. Tower guards stand on either side of the gate, watching people enter and leave with a hawkish eye. To the south, one may enter Alindrelle Square.

Shina nods her head, "Yes a few..."

Wynn smiles and heads towards the Square, "Well I may have to stop in and see what you have." she says softly.

Shina walks with you, "Anything you want to see of course I shall be happy to display for you."

Wynn nods with a smile, "Aye, I will make time amongst my new duties to get over there,"

Shina says"I'm sure I can find something to satisfy your needs."

Wynn smiles and steps towards the square.

Wynn travels south to Alindrelle Square.

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 fountain seems to be frozen solid in the winter cold and the spouts turned off. All around one can see that the roofs of the white buildings and the roads around you are covered with pristine white snow. Icicles hang precariously from the edges of drain spouts, threatening to fall at any moment. Small lamps light the street. At all four corners of the square you will see that each opening to a new road is well lit and tended. Very few, if any, people walk the streets at this time of night. Tar Valon Guards can be seen passing through on their rounds of the city.

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.

Wynn smiles, "I think I need some new clothing to go with my new position." she says discussing a little as they walk.

Shina smiles warmly, "New position? What have you gotten yourself into?"

Wynn smiles, "I have been appointed Prosecutor for the Council." she grins a little, "The men I sent out about town are my agents...They will help me learn what I need to know for the trials."

Shina nids, "So you must be very good at getting to what is hidden. The once it is revealed you feel great success."

Wynn shrugs a little, "I have done little yet, just appointed but I am looking forward to it."

Shina nods, "I should hope you great success at getting to what you desire."

Wynn smiles, "Thank you," she says softly and enters through the gate.

Wynn passes through the Alindrelle Gates under the watchful eyes of the Tower Guards.

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Darial catches up to Angharad after regaining his knife from the gate guard.

Angharad pauses in the Square and looks over the novice and would be trainee. She frowns at the knife at Darial's side for a moment. "Do you even know how to use that without lopping off your fingers, boy?"

Darial bites back a hasty retort, nodding instead. "Although I hope to not have to demonstrate it."

Angharad frowns doubtfully at Darial. Angharad's lack of faith in the trainees of the Tower is legendary. Angharad sniffs, and looks away, managing not to yell at the men. "I hope to the Light you don't have to either." But then, that comment coming from Angharad could mean anything.

Darial smiles back at her. "Especially since you'd be my first target," he mutters under his breath.

Angharad steps forward, towards Darial, drawing every ounce iof intimidation she can muster into her. She looks down her nose at the man and growls dangerously. "You have a very bad since of humor, lad." Angharad's finger starts to poke at Darial's shoulder, repeatedly, and quite forcefully. "You had better learn to respect the women of the Tower more before you are drawn into the trainee program. You will be serving the Aes Sedai, and women of the Tower while you are there. You best not forget that, boy, or I'll have you rosting on a spit with my bare hands, and never break out into a sweat, either!" Angharad sounds very confident in her remark, almost like she'd done such a thing before!

Darial backs away from that finger. "Not so hard! If I wanted to be poked by an Andoran woman I'd go home and let my sister have her go at me. You are Andoran, aren't you? Bad tempered, too. When I become a trainee, then I'll not let honey melt in my mouth around you. Until then, keep your hands to yourself. You're not that much older than I am and I'm sure I could tan your backside."

Angharad shakes her head at Darial. "I'm nearly thirty years old, lad. Working with the One Power... slows the visible signs of aging. And don't you go and take that tone of voice with me. Andor? Phaw! I'm from Devon Ride in the Two Rivers. Now, come along with me before I start lecturing you on the appropriate relationships between trainees and novices, got it?" Angharad spins, her cloak swirling along with her. Without really waiting for Darial, she stomps off, towards the seamstress's home.

Darial shrugs his shoulders at no one in particular. "I could still tan your backside," he mutters to himself.

Angharad sniffs doubtfully. "We'll have to talk to Morcath. He might let you try." Then she stops, looking at a house. "Hmmm, this appears to be the place." Frowning, Angharad looks into the darkened building. "I supposed you didn't think to bring a lantern or flint and steel, did you?"

Darial searches his pockets, producing flint and steel. "I carry it with me," he says dryly. "What do I call you anyway?"

Doesn't this man listen? Angharad sighs, shaking her head. "Accepted Angharad. That is my title and my name. And by the Light, I'll see that at least -ONE- trainee sticks to protocol!" The last sentence is made to the whole world, not just Danial alone. "And good. I hate using Fire, I'd rather use flint and steel to light a lamp." With that, Angharad opens the door, going into the house first.

Darial follows after her. "If you even /can/ use fire." As an afterthought, he adds, "Accepted Angharad." He lights a bit of cloth with the flint and steel.

Angharad turns to Darial, glaring in the dark. She holds her hand out in front of his face, and after just the briefest of pauses, a flame appears in her hand. "Have you anymore doubts, you fool boy?" Then the flame quickly enough turns into a softly glowing sphere, which provides enough light to find a lamp. Standing next to the lamp, Angharad waits for Darial to light it.

Darial uses the bit of cloth to light the lamp. "Regarding you, Accepted Angharad? I'm not sure I'll ever run out of doubts. But you can manage to do the same thing with the One Power that I do with flint and steel. Very impressive."

Angharad frowns at Darial. "Blasted man," she mutters. "And for your information, I can do the bloody same thing with flint and steel, as well!" Having to rely on the one power to make a point! Angharad is so angry with herself as she looks through the front of the house. There, on a desk is a book, perhaps it is a ledger. "Bring that over here, will you?"

Darial looks at the book, then at Angharad. He puts his arms around her middle and lifts. "Perhaps you should get it yourself, Accepted Angharad. I'm sure I wouldn't do it right." Then he tries to carry her over to it.

Angharad yelps, caught by surprise! "But me down you blasted fool!" she complains as she pounds at his back, and tries to kick him at the same time. "I'm not some sack of grain for you to carry about as you please!"

Darial drops her as requested, right in front of the book. "As you will, Accepted Angharad. Although the resemblance to a sack of grain is a bit confusing."

Angharad glares outright at Darial, and brings her hand up, attempting to slap the man's face. "I meant the bloody light! All I wanted was you to bring the light over here to this book with me!"

The slap connects, but Darial reaches for the hand right after. "I wouldn't do that again, Accepted or otherwise, or I /will/ tan that backside of yours." He smiles and brings her the light with a bow. "As you will, Accepted Angharad."

Angharad glares at Darial, then spins away from him, picking up the book, and opening it. After a moment, Angharad nods. "This is what we are looking for. The woman's ledger." She looks at Darial for a moment, arching an eyebrow. "Do you think there is anything else we need here, lad?" she asks, almost challengingly.

Darial looks around. "I don't know. I didn't know the woman and it's hard to see with you hogging all the light to read that book of yours. What do /you/ think we need?"

Angharad gasps at Darial and glares at him again, slamming the book closed. "Fine then. I'm leaving, you can stay here and look longer, if you like. I would rather be without your company, anyway." With that, Angharad stomps for the door, ready to run Darial over should he get in the way.

Darial just turns around and follows her. "Much as I'd like to oblige and spare myself your company, I promised Gaidan Morcath that I would stay with you and keep you safe. So maybe I'd better just follow along."

Angharad sniffs. "I don't need your protection, boy," she protests, but leaves the house and heads back to the Tower.

Darial trails after. "You certainly need something, Accepted Angharad. I still lean toward a spanking, but I suppose that doesn't fit under protecting you."

Angharad looks sideways at Darnial and frowns. "I don't need anything, Danial. Especially from you."

Darial just smiles at her. "No? Then why did you wait for me to follow?"

Angharad frowns at Darial. "To make sure you put out the light. The man's wife is missing. No need to have his house burn down."

Darial points to the dark house. "You could have put it out yourself or checked the window, Accepted. But if that's how you want to look at it, we can pretend."

Angharad grumbles as she walks up to the Osendrelle gate. "You're as stubborn as a gaidin, I'll give you that, Darial." Shruging at her cloak, Angharad reaches out with her free hand to give her braid a yank, grumbling all the while.

Darial continues to trail after Angharad. "Thanks for the compliment. Nearly as stubborn as a Devon Ride woman." He grins at her back.

Angharad grumbles, tugging on her braid a few more times as she walks into the White Tower complex.

Darial enters the Courtyard of the White Tower through the Osendrelle Gates, watched by the hawkeyes of the Tower Guard.

Darial follows behind Angharad, watching her with just a hint of a smile that vanishes when Morcath comes into view.

Angharad comes walking into the Courtyard, yanking at her braid, grumbling under her breath and carrying a book under her arm.

Angharad occasionally glares at Darial, but finally walks up to Morcath, holding out the book. "We found her ledger, Morcath," comments Angharad, barely keeping back a snippy tone. "This was easy enough to find, and since there was no appointment book, I believe there isn't one to find."

Darial bows to Morcath, letting Angharad do all the talking. She will anyway.

Wynn enters the Tower Courtyard through the Alindrelle Gates.

Morcath is speaking with a few of the Guards, getting reports and so forth. He nods as Angharad speaks and says, "Very well. Anything revealing in the ledger?? Perhaps a name we could use?"

Shina enters the Tower Courtyard through the Alindrelle Gates.

Angharad shrugs slightly. "There is the last name listed, Joran Landon. But that's a man's name, so I doubt it was the woman she was going to meet."

Wynn comes in through the gate with Shina and the guard close behind. She doesn't look to be in a good mood. She approaches Morcath and Angharad.

Darial bows to Wynn is well, shooting Angharad a quick look, then schooling his features back to respectfully silent.

Angharad was a bit distracted, but when she notices Darial bowing, she quickly curtsies to Wynn. No need angering an Aes Sedai by forgetting to curtsey. Still, she shoots Darial a glare for no good cause before turning back to Morcath.

Shina walks into the area with Wynn and the guards.

Wynn reaches them and sighs softly, "Has there been any luck?" she asks softly.

Morcath seems to be mostly disregarding the sour looks given by Angharad - he must be used to that look by now. "Alright, Angharad, if i could have that book please." He looks to the others and asks, "Did anyone else turn up anything? Any information?"

Neiran walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Wynn shakes her head, "I didn't really find anything, but I still have agents out looking." she says softly and looks towards Shina for a moment.

Neiran saunters out of the Tower, finishing a piece of bread and rubbing his fingertips clean as he walks.

Angharad hands the book to Morcath, and tries to engross her in what Wynn Sedai and Shina might say, so as to ignore Darial all the more. Blasted man, no boy!

Darial seems to be completely unaware of Angharad now, his attention focused solely on Morcath. Only once does he acknowledge her-- to give a quick, unpenitent wink.

Neiran heads for the practice yard. He's whistling a soft, merry tune as he goes, his left hand tapping his thigh.

Wynn looks over towards Neiran for a moment, and waves slightly before going serious again, worried slightly.

Neiran

This man is perhaps thirty winters old. His skin is tanned a leathery brown .. the skin of a a man who has spent many a sunny afternoon in the heat of the sun. His eyes are a bright, brilliant blue-green color. He has a lean jaw, and semi-hawkish nose. His face is clean shaven. His hair is a dark brown, and grown down to his shoulders, tied back in a tight ponytail.

His build is somewhat unique: his upper body is thick and wide with muscle. Wide shoulders that narrow to a trim waist. His lower half is something like a long distance runner would have - lithe, slim legs and calves. He is perhaps six foot one and weighs perhaps two hundred and thirty pounds - all muscle.

He's currently dressed elegantly. A copper colored shirt with billowing sleeves that end in ruffled cuffs. Brass buttons - highly polished - adorn the shirt. A well-wrought leather belt holds a longsword scabbard - the hilt of the sword gleams as well - and a dagger on the paired hip. Leather gloves are tucked into his belt. His breeches are a dark black, the silk falling nicely on his form. A silver made clasp in the form of a particular House of Andor holds his light cloak to his neck, which is a dusky dark color. Leather boots - clean and brushed, cover his feet. The clothing as a whole is incredibly well crafted.

Morcath catches the wink and makes a mental note. "Okay, I will let the poor man know we're still looking and that we've uncovered this clue." He hefts the book once. "We'll start again tomorrow, but I'll b sure to have the Guard watch for anything."

Wynn nods, "My men should be reporting in soon, I will let you know if they uncovered anything." she says to Morcath, a small frown still on her lips.

Angharad glances over at the man whistling while he works...walks. This, unfortunantly puts Darial into her field of view. Yanking with great force on her braid, Angharad glares and growls at Darial, barely holding off anger. Barely!

Darial stiffles a chuckle. The wink was risk enough. But he notes the yank with satisfaction.

Neiran waggles fingertips at Wynn in a quiet wave and passes by the group, dipping his head respectfully to those that deserve and glances with interest to all.

Shina moves to Angharad's side, "Oh dear me..please don't.." She gently touches the accepted's hair, "Such beautiful hair and you'll ruin it..thats a terrible habit my dear."

Morcath nods, acknowledging Wynn's comment. "Good to know, Sedai. Please let me know what they find, even if it is nothing." My oh my, is he ordering Sedai about now? Not with that tone, he isn't. it's more like a polite request. "That is the end of this for today. Now, I believe some may have chores and others free time. Please go about whatever you have to do." The ledger is 'filed' in a small bag in Morcath's cloak pocket.

Angharad grips her braid with white knuckles, her face growing red with anger. She turns to Shina, greatful for the distraction and frowns at the woman. She's still in a bad mood after all. "It's my hair..." she half heartely protests.

Wynn nods and smiles to Morcath and then steps away for a moment, towards Neiran, glancing towards Shina and Angharad with an amused look.

Darial clears his throat, bowing again. "Pardon, Master Gaidin, but may I ask you about my status?" He's completely circumspect now.

Shina smiles, "But dear you are so pretty and such nice hair..you shouldn't harm yourself so."

Angharad bangs a hand at her side, and mutters under her breath. She mutters to herself, "Status?!... who... respect,... no discipline!" Then she looks at Shina and blinks. "What? What do you mean?" Angharad holds the braid up and frowns at it. "It's just hair."

Morcath replies coolly to Darial, "You are still a hopeful, my boy. If you recall, you have two tests to pass. Please meet me over at that bench there," he motions to one a little ways off, "and I will be there shortly to assign it to you."

Darial obviously restrains another comment in Angharad's direction, awaiting Morcath's answer.

Morcath turns and whispers something to Angharad, something that doesn't take long to say.

Darial nods, bows again, and moves toward the bench. He glances at Angharad, but bypasses the facial expressions this time.

Neiran disappears into the practice area. A small, amused smile is sent Angharad's way. Almost the type you'd send a neat child you'd see having a temper tantrum on a wonderful spring day.

Shina smiles sweetly, "its pretty pair.."

Morcath whispers, "Your temper, Angharad...Control it or you'll never get out of here."

Wynn follows after Neiran towards the Practice Yard.

Shina turns to watch Wynn going curiously.

Neiran passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Practice Yard.

Wynn passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Practice Yard.

Angharad looks at Morcath and nods to what the man whispers, then sighs, looking back at Shina. "Thank you, but I really don't need pretty hair."

Morcath heads easily over to the Darial after a few moments and says, "Sit down and you'll hear your assignment." He does not wait long to be obeyed, as he begins almost right away. "You want to be a Gaidin, fine. You think you can pass the training, well I won't waste my time on you unless you can prove you want to be here and learning. So, you will pass two tests. If you fail either one, you will never be trained here, not while I have a say, understand?" He does not even wait for more than a nod. "The first test will be one of the mind, the most valuable asset a Warder could have. In the barracks you will find a list of the Rules that all trainees are expected to follow while here. You will memorise them and recite them to me, word for word. If you so much as miss an 'and' you fail. You have a maximum of two days to learn them, starting now. Any questions?" Gruff and direct, the trademark of this Master Gaidin.

Shina says "Every woman needs to feel pretty dear."

Angharad purses her lips at Shina, shaking her head. "It is a nice sentiment, but I really don't need to feel pretty. That will just be a distraction to my studies."

Shina giggles, "Oh you poor thing...you really do..and so badly..and you have such a nice body to..I bet many notice."

Darial lifts one brow, but nods. "I understand, Master Gaidin. I will learn them word for word. Do we have to wait the two days?"

Morcath shakes his head. "No, you can come to me after an hour if you think you will pass. There are a few rules and I DO expect them to be verbatim. One slip and you have failed."

Darial nods and bows again. "I will not slip or fail," he says with no trace of arrogance.

"This is where I am supposed to be." With another bow and a polite nod to Shina, he makes his way toward the barracks. Angharad he successfully manages to ignore entirely.

Angharad blinks at Shina and starts to back away. "You're Domani, aren't you?" asks Angharad as she frowns at the woman. "I appriciate your kindness, but I am fine, truely, thank you."

Darial pulls open the door to the Barracks and leaves the Courtyard.

Morcath watches the wouldbe trainee depart and gives a slight frown. He then turns back to see if Angharad has killed the poor Domani merchant yet.

Shina smiles brightly and nods, "Yes I am from Arad Doman.. and you could really give you a great makeover.." Shina greatly tugs on Ang's dress so she can see the accepted's size better, "Oh yes I have a lovely little dress for you."

Angharad frowns. "That's what I'm afraid of. That it's little." Angharad shakes her head, backing away even further. "Perhaps when I'm raised, I'll visit you. But right now, this dress suits me fine." Um, someone, help? Angharad looks like she could start to panic any moment.

Shina nods her head, "Oh yes I know..but with a few alterations even that accepted dress will look very fetching."

Morcath approaches, but does not intrude. He barely infringes on the outer ring of this conversation. This is one of those times it is good to be male - no one expects you to know a thing about dresses.

Shina turns to Morcath and smiles..an ally? "Gaidin! Isn't this young lady absolutely lovely?"

Angharad eyes Shina warily. "I really don't care if my dress is fetching. I like it the way it is." Angharad's voice is hardly hard, it's scared.

Morcath says to Shina, "Mistress Teresi, I am engaged to be married. I am not allowed to notice." There is not a smile or even a hint of one on the Gaidin's face, just usual stoniness

Shina sighs softly, "Well I think you do notice..yes I do." She smiles, "I hope you'll visit my shop soon."

Angharad blinks at looks at Morcath, then shrugs. Well, he is devoted to Calandra, no reason for him -NOT- to care for her that way. Trying to flee, Angharad inhales deeply and quietly and tries to back away.

Morcath replies, "Well, I have a few other things currently taking up my time, but I will definitely see if I cannot at least stop by. Perhaps I will use it as a lesson for Appraising. Accepted," he turns to Angharad, "Have you had a class in Appraising?? I think you might enjoy it, and a trip to Mistress Teresi's shop would not be a bad way to spend it."

Angharad pales as Morcath talks to her. She shakes her head to his question. "No," she squeeks before clearing her throat. "No, Morcath, I've not had that lesson. Um... but are you sure that would be a good place to have the lesson?"

Morcath nods and says, "Well, I suppose it could depend. Mistress Teresi, do you just have clothes and accessories at your shop or do you carry other items like vases and brooches and so forth?"

Angharad starts to back away from the two again. Angharad really doesn't want to talk about improving her looks right now. She just wants to get on with her Accepted training. Then get raised to an Aes Sedai, then and -ONLY- then will she have time to think about being pretty.

Shina smiles sweetly, "oh yes..appriasing is great fun..I would love to help you teach it Gaidin."

Morcath shakes his head. "I am afraid Tower classes can only be taught by those in the Tower." He says to Angharad, "I suppose you are off the hook as far as that class. I understand you are teaching a farming class later this week? I'll be sure to have some trainees there for you to teach."

Shina says "You coudl use my shop then...or me as an example or something?"

Angharad stiffens, then sighs with a nod, trying to recompose herself. "Yes I am, Morcath. I figure I can at least share my knowledge on that, since it was the family business. I do hope you can make it as well, to help keep the trainees in line."

Shina says "I would not presume to teach it..just assist you."

Morcath shakes his head and says more firmly to Shina, "It is not how I teach my classes, Mistress Teresi. Perhaps others would allow it, but I do not. I am sorry." He glances to Angharad and says, "I have faith in you, Angharad, to keep the trainees in line. Most of them are well behaved in the first place and you are strong enough to deal with those who might act out."

Shina sulks a bit, "Shes a darling though..I just need an hour with her and she'll turn heads..oh yes."

Angharad was about to answer Morcath when Shina spoke up. Flicking her head towards the woman, Angharad's eyes are wide, then she smoothes the front of her dress consciously. "I do not need to turn heads, thank you." Then she looks to Morcath and curtsies. Yes, she actually curtsies. "If you excuse me, I'm sure there's someplace I should be."

Morcath nods and says, "Peace favour your sword, Accepted." He says to Shina, "I am sorry, I must be going as well. There is a late class I must look into. Please, feel free to stop by the courtyard whenever you would like."

Angharad curtsies again, then nods to Shina, before literally running into the Tower!

Entrance Hall: White Tower, Tar Valon

Large hallways, with high arched entrances, assault your eyes as you walk into the entrance hall of the White Tower. All around, you can see large columns rising into the high flat-domed ceiling. A pale stone floor seems to shine up at you, worn down from centuries of nervous scuffling feet and ardent cleaning.

Cold air seems to burst into the room anytime someone enters from the courtyard. Some Novices and Accepted can be seen making their way to the common hall, for the morning bell, while others can be seen in the entrance hall greeting early petitioners and leading them off to areas unknown.

A pair of massive doors, decorated with delicate carvings of intricate workmanship, lead outside and down a massive set of stairs, into the courtyard of the Tower grounds. A large marble archway rises high into the hall, leads to a carpeted ramp spiraling toward the higher levels of the Tower. Another stone archway, not so high as the one over the ramp, leads to the common wing of the Tower.

Angharad runs into the Tower, nods, then doesn't wait for a curtsies as she runs up the stares. What has the Accepted spooked like that. The only one left in the courtyard is... Shina!