Setting: Common Room: Flaming Arrow Inn, Tar Valon

Cast:
Trelaine: Accepted of the White Tower
Ninian:
Bronwyn: Pottery Maker
Maccus: Travelling Warrior
Thrain: Cold Hearted Soldier
Sydnia: Lady Sydnia Saldrian of House Rhinorth
Neholis: Guard
Kargan: Child of the Light
Lilyn: Handmaiden to Catelynn, Lady of House Bortawin, Cairhien
Catelynn: Lady of House Bortawin
Lyren: Lord of House Tiigril
Bishop:

Ninian takes the red wine and sips it. "How have you been?"

Bronwyn smiles, "I will need to know your answer soon. We are opening soon and if you don't not accept my offer I will have to find someone else."

Trelaine comes quietly walking into the common room of the Inn. Pausing at the door to not only take off her cloak but scan the room to situate herself with it's current 'mood'.

Maccus says "you are covering something...I can tell you that much...but you and your comrades have done good to keep it hidden...but I will let you know....unless you feel like telling me right here right now..."

Thrain sips his brandy.

Sydnia looks up at the Tower girl she was talking to the other day. Smiling slightly, she motions to her to come towards her table.

Neholis rakes a hand through his red hair. "You don't even know whether I'm a good gaurdsman or not, I could fall asleep during my shift"

Maccus a smile on his face although his eyes stare into Kargan's as if assesing him inside and out for whatever momentary flicker of emotion should perk his mood.

Trelaine hangs her cloak on a peg, mutterin in Neholis' direction something about watching a person their first few weeks on duty, then makes her way towards Sydnia, smiling. "Peace favor you, Sydnia. May I join you?"

"Oh, capital!" Kargan says, this time without a trace of humour. "I am accused, and yet the man cannot find a shred of evidence. Is it simply ignorance, or something else which motivates that tongue, goodman?"

Bronwyn raises an eyebrow, "You wouldn't do that would you? I am assuming you have experience of some sort." She frowns a bit, "If you do not measure up I can always dismiss you and find someone else. Correct? I always believe in giving people a chance."

Trelaine pauses to look over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow between Marccus and Kargan. This will need some observation, it seems. Then Trelaine turns back to Sydnia with a smile.

Neholis nods. "aye you can dismiss me anytime." he leans forwards against the table on his elbows. "how long do I have to decide?"

Maccus says "You have already covered up one thing tonight and don't try shifting the tables...because I do not take well to that..."

Sydnia nods to her friend. "Ah, yes. Do sit down, Trelaine. I was reading a bit, but I would enjoy a bit of company." She motions to a chair nearby her with a bright smile.

Maccus says "and before one of us says something we will regret I will retire to more plesant conversation and let you stew over those words..hopefully coming to a dignified answer..."

Bronwyn sighs and thinks for a moment, "A week? That is the longest I can wait."

Trelaine nods her head in thanks then glides into a seat. For being a backwards, clumsy farmgirl from Fal Dara when she came here, Trelaine has certainly become much more graceful.

Trelaine sits down at the Large Oaken Table.

Maccus nods to his friends and heads to the door...

Neholis nods. "yes.. I can have a decision before then."

Kargan regards Maccus with a cool stare, his hand reaching down to where his sword normally would be.

Trelaine seems to dismiss everything else in the room and turns to Sydnia smiling in a friendly manner. She mutters to Large Oaken Table, "... Seems... there... to... a... 'cloak."

At your table, Trelaine seems to dismiss everything else in the room and turns to Sydnia smiling in a friendly manner. "So, my friend, what have I missed? Seems Maccus there is -trying- to pick a fight with the 'cloak."

Bronwyn nods, "Very well then." She smiles, "I hope it is a good one. I hate interview people for work."

Maccus has a shy grin on his face that those near the door could see...but the WC..pity him always likes to face the door....

Maccus opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Thrain glances slowly around the room, examining everyone here.

Sydnia laughs lightly. She mutters to Trelaine, "... first... to... was... here... thrying... get... from him." She shrugs appolgetically and shakes her head.

Trelaine senses "Sydnia laughs lightly. "Oh, he's not the first to try to provoke the WHitecloak... There was another here who was thrying to get a bad reaction from him." She shrugs appolgetically and shakes her head."

Neholis glances around then prepares to depart. "well I better replace ma stuff in the common sleeping area. I'll have a decision for oyu in maybe 2.. 3 days?"

Kargan shakes his head as if to clear it of something as he buries his remarks into his ale mug.

Bronwyn smiles and nods, "I will be looking forward to it then."

Trelaine grins, a bit mischeviously, and she doesn't hide it. She mutters to Large Oaken Table, "Well them.... a... see... so love..." Trelaine says with a wink.

At your table, Trelaine grins, a bit mischeviously, and she doesn't hide it. "Well them. Perhaps I should order him a nice calming cup of tea, to see his reaction. I do so love throwing people off gaurd," Trelaine says with a wink.

Neholis stands leaves the Fireside Table.

Kargan mutters to himself, "Light preserve me in... of filth... Darkness."

Neholis runs his hand through his hair one last time before turning towards the staircase. he waves to Bronwyn over hsi shoulder. "night then"

Bronwyn nods, "Good night."

Neholis climbs up the wooden stairs into the second floor.

Sydnia nods with an eager grin. She mutters to Trelaine, "... decide... I'll cover the..." She winks as well, looking mischevious.

Trelaine senses "Sydnia nods with an eager grin. "If you decide to do so, I'll cover the cost." She winks as well, looking mischevious."

Trelaine smiles and calls over a waitress and whispers softly. The waitress nearly does a double-take, but Trelaine only nods, then she turns back to the company at her table.

At your table, Trelaine grins as she orders a cup of soothing tea for the 'cloak, then turns to Sydnia smiling. "No need. We get allowances."

After a few moments, and a few other tables, a waitress comes walking out of the kitchens, bringing a hot cup of tea to Kargan and placing it on his table. Before the Child can say anything she scurries off with 'nary a word.

At your table, Sydnia laughs lightly. "I can't imagine that your allowance is as large as mine, though. Money is no object, I find."

Thrain stands leaves the Front Corner Booth.

Ninian shouts, "Thrain! Thrain!" sit's back down and sobs.

Thrain springs to his feet, drops his brandy on the table, shakes his head, "I'm sorry.....I just can't.

Kargan looks at the tea in front of him, then again at the retreating waitress. He picks up the cup and sniffs at the unfamiliar brew.

Trelaine turns to Sydnia with a broad grin, shaking her head. She mutters to Large Oaken Table, "... is... and... it, one... fine.... his..."

At your table, Trelaine turns to Sydnia with a broad grin, shaking her head. "Nonesense. This is my idea, and I'll pay for it, one way or another. 'Tis truely fine. Besides, I'm curious to his reaction."

Thrain turns and walks quckly to the door.

The tea Kargan sniffs at is a common enough variety. One known for it's ability to calm the nerves.

Kargan 's eyes dart to the stricken woman and her man whilst he takes a tentative sip of the tea.

Thrain opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Sydnia giggles, looking highly amused. She shakes her head, making her curls bob. She mutters to Trelaine, "... for... reaction as..."

Trelaine senses "Sydnia giggles, looking highly amused. She shakes her head, making her curls bob. "I've been watching him for awhile... I'm curious to see his reaction as well.""

Ninian lays her head down on the table and sobs.

GASP! It's not poisoned or drugged! Kargan's tea is... -JUST FINE-!!!

*cue ominus music*

Bronwyn gathers up her drawing and starts to leave the room. She blinks at the upset woman, then ducks her head and quickly heads for the stairs.

Bronwyn stands leaves the Fireside Table.

Bronwyn climbs up the wooden stairs into the second floor.

Ninian stands, brushing the tears angrily from her eyes.

Trelaine hmmms as she turns to Sydnia. She mutters to Large Oaken Table, "... a Child of... Light ,... far too trusting."

At your table, Trelaine hmmms as she turns to Sydnia. "For a Child of the Light, he's far too trusting."

Ninian stands leaves the Front Corner Booth.

Kargan pauses in mid sip as he catches the conversation from the table nearby. He eyes Trelaine then Sydnia as he sets down the tea cup.

Trelaine continues in her jovial, seemingly absent manner, as she speaks with Sydnia. She mutters to Large Oaken Table, "... He... her... if..." Trelaine sighs and shrugs, waving a hand in a dismissive manner. "Ah, I think something has sparked within the mind, hmmm?" Trelaine turns her attention to Kargan and nods politely, before looking over the rest of the common room.

At your table, Trelaine continues in her jovial, seemingly absent manner, as she speaks with Sydnia. "Really. He didn't even ask the waitress who it was from. I told her to tell him if he asked." Trelaine sighs and shrugs, waving a hand in a dismissive manner. "Ah, I think something has sparked within the mind, hmmm?" Trelaine turns her attention to Kargan and nods politely, before looking over the rest of the common room.

Sydnia giggles at her friend, a broad grin on her face. She mutters to Trelaine, "... avoid... if... generally... the Light,... is..." She looks at Kargan and winks coyly.

Trelaine senses "Sydnia giggles at her friend, a broad grin on her face. "I avoid them if I can. They don't generally flirt well. Children of the Light, that is..." She looks at Kargan and winks coyly."

Trelaine clears her throat slightly. She mutters to Large Oaken Table, "I've... need for... matter."

At your table, Trelaine clears her throat slightly. "I've no need for someone to flirt with, myself, but I will take your word on the matter."

Kargan 's cheeks colour as it appears he is the target of the giggling pair. Looking down at the table with a stony expression, he almost overturns his bowl of stew. He tugs his cloak about him self-consciously, eyes darting around the room.

Trelaine raises an eyebrow and turns her vibrant blue-eyed gaze fully upon the Child of Light now. Humor fades to the background on her face as curiousity comes to the forefront. She mutters to Large Oaken Table, "... how... A Child... say... might... with,... you... like to... my..."

At your table, Trelaine raises an eyebrow and turns her vibrant blue-eyed gaze fully upon the Child of Light now. Humor fades to the background on her face as curiousity comes to the forefront. "Now how very interesting. A Child of Light who is self-conscious. I dare say he might be interesting to flirt with, if you would like to try, my friend."

Ninian opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Sydnia shrugs slightly, her smile sweet. She mutters to Trelaine, "Flirting... practically... And... if you'd like me... my... the handsome... over there,..." She winks.

Trelaine senses "Sydnia shrugs slightly, her smile sweet. "Flirting is practically my occupation at this point. And then there's marriage. But if you'd like me to try my hand at the handsome WHitecloak over there, well..." She winks."

Trelaine seems to only nod in answer to whatever Sydnia said, watching the Whitecloak with a wry smile. Trelaine doesn't even seem to blink. She just stares at Kargan with her blue eyes, measuring the man.

Kargan finally meets Trelaine's gaze, blurting out, "Is there something amiss with my appearance, mistress...?" His demeanour is softened a little by the tea, but the hunted animal look persists.

Sydnia looks at Kargan thoughtfully, fingering the emerald hanging at her throat. She smiles charmingly and leans forward in his direction. "Nothing amiss, sir. We were wondering if perhaps you'd like to join us, though." She winks coyly, her hands folded neatly on the table top.

Trelaine smiles at Kargan. "Oh, no. Not that I can think of, Good Sir," Trelaine says, not using the man's title. Trelaine's smile grows all the sweeter. "I was just curious about your change in demenor."

"Something in the tea... I shall have to speak to the innkeep later." Kargan mutters, wiping his lips with a produced hankerchief. He regards Sydnia with an open appraisal, rising to his feet.

Kargan stands leaves the Long Pine Table.

Finally, Kargan seems to remember something amongst other burning thoughts of shame. He bows his head slightly to Sydnia. "You are of the House Rhinorth, no?" The uniquely Amadician statement/question sounds odd coupled with his Tar Valoner accent.

Trelaine clicks her tongue. "Really? And here I told them specifically to put nothing in the tea." Trelaine calls the 'cloak's bluff.

Sydnia smiles up at the man in white, tossing her curls out of her face. She licks her lips and indicates an empty chair across from her. "Do sit down, sir. If you will, we can get you another cup of tea." She sits comfortably back in her chair, with a flutter of eyelashes, nodding to the question. "Yes, Sydnia Saldrian of House Rhinorth. Why do you ask, sir?"

Kargan blue eyes meet Trelaine's with an unreadable expression, save that it is not pleasant. Finally he shakes his head, smiling. "Touche, Accepted. If you wished me misfortune, you had but to strike me down with the lightning bolts you Aes Sedai command." He takes the proffered seat, his armour creaking a little.

Kargan sits down at the Large Oaken Table.

Trelaine shrugs at the man. "I do not know those weaves. THey require talents other than what I have." Then Trelaine smiles. "Besides, there is no need to strike you down. You are doing no harm to me, and one must learn to live by the Three Oaths at an early age." The accepted leans forward across the table, "Besides, I do try to avoid using my gifts in town at all, if I can."

"Obviously my friend wishes you no harm," says Sydnia sweetly, leaning across the table towards the man. "She simply thought you looked a bit stressed and thought you might like a calming cup of tea. An offer of friendship if you will..." She winks charmingly, touching her hair delicately, positioning her curls perfectly.

Lilyn comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Trelaine sits back in her seat, almost as if trying to slip into the background of teh conversation.

Kargan regards Sydnia with a curious expression. "The 'nasty' man was indeed trying, milady. You are kind in the extreme display your favour. Thank you." the whitecloak says, trying to remember all he was taught of addressing nobility. "And likewise, Accepted, I cannot display mine gifts either." He allows a grins as he looks at Lilyn. "The Tar Valon guards are most thorough in their searches for hidden weapons, no?"

Entering rather timidly, Lilyn slips the cloak of forest wool from her shoulders and hangs it on the rack designed for such a purpose.

Lilyn blinks as Kargan addresses her, nodding qioetly. "Aye sir, very thorough indeed."

Trelaine smiles at Kargan. "I wouldn't know, I don't carry any?"

Sydnia smiles sweetly at Kargan. "Nor do I. I rely on the strong men around me to protect me from harm." She shifts her shoulders slightly and fingers the beautiful emerald at her throat.

Trelaine glances at Sydnia, raising an eyebrow, hmmming softly.

Kargan studies Sydnia, the smile fading as he remembers his conversation earlier with Alucard. "Perhaps I should have gestured somewhere else, milady, forgive me. But a Borderlander should know better than to speak lightly of the Dark." He clears his throat self-consciously.

Trelaine raises an eyebrow and leans forward. "Then that person is not a true Borderlander."

Sydnia nods slightly, her bright blue eyes sparkling. "Naturally. He did seem a bit odd to me. At least I know that you will protect us frim the Dark." She almost winks, then glances with a smile at Trelaine.

Trelaine sits back again, shifting into the background, though she is smiling.

After slicking the extra moisture from her cloak, Lilyn turns back to face the room; her expression is carefully held in that of emotionlessness. Ah the study of.. a sudden flash of light catches her attention, a flare from the fireplace. Fate deems the road of the weary traveller -- or the shopping weary handmaidens.

An odd smile curves Kargan's lips. "I am afraid, milady, that the Tower does not care much for the Children's task of keeping the Dark at bay. I am but an observer within this city... I fervently wish it were otherwise, Lady Rhinorth."

Sydnia shrugs slightly, her smile turning sly. "Perhaps the Tower feels that it can protect its people within the city of Tar Valon, and leave other places, such as Amadicia, to the protection of the CHildren of the Light?" She watches the man with bright eyes, noting his every move.

Trelaine smiles wider, quite the tricky diplomat, Sydnia is.

"Perhaps, milady." Kargan says, folding his hands before him. "But to speak frankly, I am led to believe the Tower sees other lands as benefiting from its benign guidance and vigilant observation. I am not sure, of course, if Cairhien shares this view... no?"

Folding her hands neatly on the table, Sydnia nods slightly. "Cairhien indeed supports the Tower. However, this does not exclude the Children of the Light. Though there are... communication problems between the Tower and the Children, you do indeed work for the same goals, and are idealogical allies, if not political ones." A red-gold curl falls lazily into her eyes and she ignores it a moment, watching Kargan.

Lilyn stands slowly from her seat by the fire, her back to the rest of the room.

"I..." Kargan seems to pause as he tries to force as much respect into his voice as he can, smoothing down his tabard. "I am not sure it can be said that the Children ever Broke the world in two, Lady Rhinorth." The young whitecloak looks hard at the grain of the wood beneath his hands, not daring to meet Sydnia's eyes.

"White Cloak, you do wrong to say such things about Cairhien." Lilyn's voice is low and dour, more quiet than her normal contralto tone. "Very, very wrong." She turns, brows knit in consternation.

Kargan blinks his eyes clear as he looks up at Lilyn, a puzzled expression on his features. "Er... excuse me, mistress?"

Lilyn advances upon the shared table, her usually stately pace marred with unbidden emotion. "Did you not say, and I quote, that you were not sure if 'Cairhien shares this view' -- regarding the discussion of the Tower?" Her dark eyes are alight with subdued fire, knuckles turning white as she clentches them over and over.

Trelaine turns her blue-eyed gaze on Lilyn now, looking the woman over, studying her.

Sydnia looks curiously at Lilyn, then back at Kargan. "There is little sense in blaming the current residents of the Tower for something that happened almost three thousand years ago. Such a sterotype is unfair. It would be like blaming you for something cruel another lieutenant of the Children did out of a misguided sense of duty."

Trelaine turns to Sydia, "But isn't that what gossip thrives on? Stereotypes?"

The charming young diplomat nods, her charming curls bouncing slightly. "Of course. Such sterotypes influence the animosity between the Tower and the Children and condition the general populace to distrust both." Sydnia shrugs slightly. "Stereotypes rarely paint an accurate picture of anything."

The whitecloak shifts his chair a little as unexpected danger rears its head. "Yes... yes I did, mistress. I.. the talk of the city for a time was the occasion where House Tiigril received guests at another tavern. Several Aes Sedai were feted, and I assumed that relations between Cairhien's noble houses and the Tower were of an... 'understanding'. In similar circumstances as that with Andor's ruling classes, yes?"

Kargan says "But if I am mistaken, then enlighten me, mistress."

Trelaine shrugs at Kargan. "Such matters of the Aes Sedai are not to my understanding, as of yet." Then she turns to Sydnia, nodding in agreement. "'Tis a wonder that the Children and the Tower were able to hold an unsteady truce durring the Aiel War."

Lilyn says "Perhaps, good sir, you would do best to speak with one of the Lords of Cairhien? I am sure they would be only ~too~ glad to set you straight."

Sydnia smiles charmingly. "Cairhien has no enemies save the Aiel. If the Head of House Tiigril chooses to invite Aes Sedai to a party, that is not my concern, really. Such politics is above me. But you must realize that when visiting in a city of Aes Sedai, one must associate with them socially." She shrugs slightly, her blue eyes shining.

Kargan looks from Lilyn to Sydnia, then at Lilyn again. "Forgive me... do I stand among relatives?" he asks, sidestepping Lilyn's challenge.

Lilyn sighs, throwing a hand into the air in resignation and making for her cloak. "Yes, Lady Syndia, you had best speak with him.. you could always handle these matters so much better than the menfolk of the Houses.." Her voice is tremulous and soft, but her words are clear enough.

Sydnia looks insulted for a moment, glancing at Lilyn. "Certainly not. She is but a maidservant to a noble, and is rather presumptuous to speak."

Trelaine listens quietly, now taking a turn to study both women.

Lilyn whirls about, hands at her clasp. "I am be the maidservant ~Lady~ Syndia, but with all due respect, I have a loyalty to my house that goes further than my.. sudden tastes ." With a quick, dark glance between the whitecloak and Syndia, she turns about and pushes the door leading to the Stable Yard open. "Feel free to tell my Lady Catelynn of this. I would rather die knowing that I stayed by my Lord's House than.. well, I had best not go ~that~ far."

Lilyn opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

A vague indulgent smile appears on Kargan's features as he hears Lilyn's words, clearing his throat again rather abruptly. He regains some of his compuse. "An outspoken servant to be sure. I would never of course, compare milady purposefully to a commoner, my apologies." The young man's face looks genuinely contrite for the first time during the evening.

Sydnia simply gives the departing figure an annoyed glance, and sighs, her expression tragic. Frowning slightly, she nods, "You are forgiven, sir. I shall have to talk to Lady Catelynn about the behavior of her girl in other people's conversations."

Trelaine clicks her tongue slightly, shaking her head. "Obviously the woman is rather short-sighted," whatever Trelaine means by that is known only to the Accepted.

Kargan shakes his head suddenly. "I have been exceedingly rude to you both, not even taking the time to introduce myself. I am Child Kargan Denar, of Lord Captain Televan's legion."

Trelaine nods to Kargan. "Peace favor your sword, Kargan Denar. I am Trelaine Demaran, formally of Fal Dara, now Accepted of the White TOwer."

Sydnia nods to Kargan, smiling sweetly. "I believe that I've already intriduced myself. It is good to have a name to go with a face, however."

Kargan leans back in his chair, as a single bead of sweat trickles down his temple. He carefully pushes a lock of his hair behind his shoulder. "It is, milady. I, er.. perhaps I should be more circumspect when mentioning Cairhien and the Tower. I did not know it evoked such strong reactions, no?"

Trelaine looks at Kargan. "You would not be the only one" she says quietly.

Trelaine turns to smile at Kargan. "So, Master Denar, why did you join the Children?"

Sydnia looks at the pair at her table, appearing to be the only one left completely calm. "Such issues have politics at their root, and it has been my experience that politics are dangerous." She raises an eyebrow.

Kargan regards Trelaine with an even look. "I am not sure you would wish to hear, Accepted." The words finally come out as something of a challenge.

Trelaine blinks and looks innocently at Kargan. "Why not?" But then, looks can be decieving.

Kargan frowns as he regards his gauntleted hands, which seem to be shaking slightly. "The Children caught me at ten summers on one of their grain barges on the Erinin... I thought to escape my home of Tar Valon once and for all by stowing away. Instead, I was beaten then put into servants livery."

Trelaine raises an eyebrow. "And you joined them?" Trelaine seems absolutely appauled!

Kargan looks up sharply. "Do not tell me you haven't once been strapped or switched, no?"

Trelaine looks at Kargan and shakes her head. "No. I have not."

Sydnia looks between the two thoughtfully, folding her hands neatly against the table. She lisks her lips and watches the reactions of the pair, the political enemies.

"Then you lived a sheltered life, Accepted Trelaine." Kargan says. "Perhaps you will remember that when you put on the shawl, and spend the coin with the Flame upon it so easily, yes?"

A touch of venom enters the whitecloak's voice as he stares at Trelaine.

"Rather odd, isn't it," remarks Sydnia, "that the leaders of the world - the kings, queens, lords and ladies - all have lived a sheltered life, as you put it." She sits back, watching the man.

Trelaine frowns and stands up, looking down at Kargan, it seems thetemper has flared again! "You do not know what life I have lived! So what if I have not been switched, or strapped! I have seen my friends die! I know that something horrid waits for us in the future! This is not the life I intended to live!"

Kargan follows Trelaine's movements with his eyes as he sits perfectly still. "No, I do not know what life is led within the Tower walls. And if your friends have died at the hands of the Aes Sedai or others, then you are cursed. And..." the whitecloak leans forward a fraction, "...if you truly detest the life that you lead, then you should leave the Tower at once, yes?"

Trelaine sniffs finally and makes a move to leave the table and the company she is not finding distasteful. "Your problem, and the rest of your kind's problem, Master Kargan, is you are too rushed to judge!" Blue eyes flick back to Kargan. "My friend's died by their own blood's hands! Because of greed before I ever came to the Tower! I do not detest the life I lead, I detest what I know, and the fact that I could proclaim it to the world and it will not change anything."

Sydnia sits in her chair, the picture of calm. She watches Trelaine, a sad look in her eyes.

Trelaine is anything but calm right now. She pulls herself to her full hieght, nearly managing five feet and glares down at Kargan with eyes of cold, blue fire. "You could learn a lesson from the Aes Sedai, Whitecloak. Think before you speak."

Trelaine stands leaves the Large Oaken Table.

Kargan stands leaves the Large Oaken Table.

Trelaine starts to make her way to the door, where her cloak waits on a peg for her.

Kargan rises as Trelaine leaves, blinking his eyes clear. A surprised expression marrs his features as he stands with open mouth watching Trelaine.

Sydnia stands as her friend does, their heights nearly equal. She steps after the girl, catching up to her and leaning towards her. She mutters to Trelaine, "... an... it... I... hope... shall... to... you again."

Trelaine senses "Sydnia stands as her friend does, their heights nearly equal. She steps after the girl, catching up to her and leaning towards her. "Forgive me for such an ending. I had no idea it would become so explosive. I do hope I shall be able to see you again.""

You stand and leave the Large Oaken Table.

Trelaine pauses, turning around to Sydnia. "It is not your fault, there is not need to apologize." Then around she spins again, reaching for her cloak, wrapping it around her.

The young man's mouth closes as he looks down, wiping his hands on his tabard furtively as if having touched something unclean. "I could give you a hundred quotes from the Tenets or Mantelar's works, and they would change your mind not at all." Kargan finally says. "Just as the common folk here choose to disregard the Breaking, Hawkwing's demise and blighted crops."

Trelaine spins around and glares at Kargan, enraged now. "And you think that is the doing of the Aes Sedai? My dear man, that is hardly their doing. I would look more closely at who you accuse as being in league with the Dark One, else be called a Darkfriend yourself!" Trelaine sniffs at Kargan. "Nor would any prediction of coming doom, or darkness on the land change your mind. I am afraid, Good Sir, that we are both set firmly on the paths of our lives, and nothing save the Dragon Reborn could move our patterns otherwise!"

Sydnia tucks her hands behind her back, watching the outburst with surprising calm. Her bright blue eyes record everything about the pair, both in white, as they react and clash with one another. If anything, her expression could be said to me one of amusement.

Kargan approaches Trelaine through the maze of chairs and tables. "Tell me then, that the Breaking was not so terrible than thousands of years later, peasants still speak of it in bitter tones. Did not the Aes Sedai try to manipulate Hawkwing's armies... and cause the Hundred Years War? Do they not squeeze every last copper from the peasant around they city so that they can buy off corrupt nobles for their own purposes? And most criminally, do they not reserve their stolen Powers for their own amusement, while my mother died of wasting sickness not five leagues from here!" Kargan pounds a nearby tabletop with his fist.

Catelynn comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Lilyn comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

A rather angry whitecloak officer stands glaring at Trelaine from across the room.

Sydnia stands in the middle, watching the pair with what appears to be slight amusement.

Lilyn keeps her head lowered, confident that the Lady's grip on her arm will lead her properly.

Trelaine manages somehow to look down her nose at Kargan, perhaps in immitation of the nobles she lived with so long ago. "The Breaking was a tragedy, but that was not caused by the Aes Sedai. That was the madness caused by the tainting of Saidin, the Dark One's counterstroke. -HE- is to blame for that event! As for the Hundred Wars year, I was hardly around at that time, so I would not know first hand what happened, and that is what you want, the only thing that will sway you, a first hand account! Taxes are not high, in Tar Valon, there is no bribing of officials!" With every word, Trelaine's tone grows colder and colder towards the man. "And I most certainly do not reseve my powers, though I have no ability in Healing and could do not good anyway! What a crime to accuse the Aes Sedai of, when their very name means Servants of All! Stop being blinded by the grief your mother's death has caused you! If you are so bent on blaming the Aes Sedai for everything wrong in the world! over that, then youa re nothing but a petty and shallow man!"

Lyren comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Catelynn precedes Lilyn into the room, one slender hand on her companion's arm to guide her. Upon witness of this apparent confrontation, morning-blue eyes go wide ever so slightly, growing curious directly after. Maintaining the stately pace, she moves towards the side of room, wishing to keep clear of the conflict; the better to observe.

Bronwyn comes down the wooden stairs from the second floor.

Bronwyn walks slowly down the stairs and quietly finds a seat where she can see the whole room.

Sydnia offers a pleasant smile to Catelynn as she enters with her handmaid. As Lyren enters, she smiles at him and slowly glides in his direction. She watches Trelaine still, with a glance to Kargan, awaiting his response to Trelaine's speech.

Trelaine stands straight and regal, for all her small frame can give her, fixing her blue-eyed glare on Kargan.

Bronwyn eyes Trelaine a bit warily, not wanting to get in the way of her.

Bronwyn slides into the Back Corner Booth.

The poor whitecloak seems on a rollercoater now, mindless of propriety or the nobility now present. "Servants of All... perhaps that is another Three Oaths 'truth'." he hisses. "You serve so long as you have a hand in anything." He looks at Sydnia, then at Trelaine, tossing his head. "Why don't you tell Lady Rhinorth why the Tower didn't raise a finger to stop the Aiel savages, until the very end? Or perhaps Cairhien was to be a 'noble sacrifice' for some Tower whim? You dangle the world on strings at your wish, with no virtue more than that you stole what is rightfully the Creator's!

Bishop comes into the common room from the stable yard outside.

Bronwyn raises an eyebrow at the conversation. She wastes no time in taking out her sketch book in order to capture the scene.

Not waiting for Tar Valon guards to appear, Kargan strides for the door. "I pray that you find your senses, Trelaine, before you are bound to the Tower with a chain you cannot break!"

Bishop makes his way in carrying a small case. He walks over to an empty table and takes a seat

Trelaine frowns deeply at Kargan. "For one you shrouded, shallow, mindless man, I am not an Aes Sedai! Secondly, I was not here, I do not read minds, you fool man! How am I to know the reasons for past events? Besides which, it is impossible for the Aes Sedai to use their gifts unless directly in danger themselves. And believe what you will, my small minded friend, you will not change your opinion, nor will I change mine. Good eve!" With that, Trelaine spins around and storms out of the Inn.

Trelaine opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

You sense Catelynn smiles in return, moving to politely intercept your passage, ardent curiosity in her tones, "What goes on here, Sydnia? How did this come about?"

Lyren stops at the entrance to teh common room, or very close to it, surveying the room. Noting teh Accepted and the Child, he nimbly steps out of the way, then flickers a questioning glance at Sydnia as she approaches.

Bronwyn sighs a bit disappointedly and throws her barely begun sketch onto the table.

Kargan forces a shaking hand through his hair as he tries to blink his eyes clear, then he too walks from the room with a stiff gait.

Kargan opens the door to the stable yard and heads outside.

Bishop quirks a brow at the ranting woman and proceeds to open up the case he brought in with him and pull out a small chess board which he proceeds to set up on his table

Bishop sits down at the Fireside Table.

Sydnia looks to Lyren and Catelynn, noting their questioning glances. She watches the pair leave, then says softly, her tones intended for the noble pair, "We were having a little discussion about the merits of the Tower versus the merits of the Children of the Light. It was... interesting to say the least."