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NE 1148 Nesan 26 @ 23:00

Gunthar has arrived from the east.

Lenara smiles warmly.

Gunthar bows deeply.

Lenara wears a polished brass lantern on her belt.

Gunthar wears a bullseye lantern on his belt.

Lenara says, 'How do you fair Gunthar?'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I have had better days, but my blade remains sharp'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'It is the nights the haunt me'

Gunthar glances about with haggard eyes.

Gunthar shivers uncomfortably.

Gunthar starts following Lenara.

Lenara looks worried.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'Perhaps we be able to go somewhere more comfortable'

Flarn sinks deeply into his own thoughts.

Lenara says, 'Yes..that would be best.'

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The Lonesome Traveler
The Lonesome Traveler is a small tavern, its bricked walls warm with welcome,
its tables clean and inviting.  The smell of freshly cooked meals and good wine
lingers in the air, diffusing in the hazy softness of pipe smoke.  Many iron
sconces are mounted high on the walls, and along with the tavern's seven
windows, there is never fear of darkness.  By the north-western corner, the
bar, with three tall stools placed in front of it, stands guard to more than
two dozen casks of wine and ale.  A few paces from the bar is one of the
tavern's two fireplaces, its stone hearth wide and facing its twin on the other
side of the room.  To the east, through the main door, the merriment and
festivities of the tavern is replaced with a view of a cold, battered track.  
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A barely awake drunk is slumped over the table here.
A man rests here, drowning his worries at the bottom of a mug.
A patron relaxes with a mug of ale at a table.
A young woman, curls of black hair spilling onto slim shoulders, smiles knowingly.
A young woman weaves about the tables, a cheerful smile on her nicely-plump face.
Jlam the tavernkeeper scurries about his tavern.
A gray warhorse could not follow you here.
Flarn has arrived from the east.

Flarn nods.

Gunthar shivers uncomfortably.

Lenara nods at Jlam and leads the party to a quiet corner table.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I not be sure I like the thought of rat steaks on the menus'

Lenara relaxes into a chair.

Lenara says, 'I have been here before, Gunthar. It will do.'

Jlam the tavernkeeper says, 'Come back later!'

Lenara gestures for everyone to take a seat.

Flarn takes a seat next to Lenara.

Gunthar sits down.

Flarn sits down and rests.

Gunthar clambers to his feet.

Gunthar drops a small pallet.

Gunthar sits down upon a small pallet.

Gunthar rests.

Lenara leans in and lowers her voice, 'What troubles you, friend Gunthar?

Gunthar sinks deeply into his own thoughts.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'You be remembering what I be saying about my toe 
telling me of trouble'

Lenara nods quietly.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'That be but a small part of what I now feel'

Lenara folds her hands on the table, and listens intently.

Flarn frowns as he leans in.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'The other day we be fighting foul shadowspawn, 
but thing thrice as bad as those have haunted my dreams of late'

Gunthar glances around

Gunthar frowns at a slumped over drunk. Uh oh, he's in trouble now.

Lenara waves her hand absently, 'he's not paying attention.'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'hrm?'

Lenara appears relaxed, but her eyes tell you otherwise.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'What I be needing to know, is be there something 
dire that happened that day that you healed me?'

Gunthar rubs his foot irritably.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'For it seemed about that time that the world be 
pressing on me hard.'

Lenara's face shows an impressive calm.

Lenara says, 'I am not certain what you are refering to.''

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'At the gates, when I did arrive, I be wounded as you know'

Lenara nods quietly.

Lenara shifts in her chair.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'But though I enjoy both of your company, my skin did crawl 
in the same sense that my toe do when it warn me of trouble'

Lenara smooths her skirts with pale hands.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'That crawling feeling did grow to a feeling like fire even 
as you did be touching me with the power... '

Flarn lays a hand on Lenara's arm.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'And then in an instant, it be stopped'

Lenara's lower lip starts to quiver.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'But since this time, I be haunted by nightmares day 
and night'

Flarn slips an arm around Lenara.

Lenara draws in a haggard breath, but remans silent.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I know not what this be meaning'

Lenara says softly, 'what dreams?'

Lenara says softly, 'if you do not mind sharing them...'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'Imagine yourself in the pit of doom, and then you'll get 
the feeling'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I see all I love fall around me, and the blood be on 
my blade'

Gunthar shivers uncomfortably.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'It be a foul vision indeed'

Lenara nods quiety, her face relaxing some.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'There be worse, too, but I do not wish to darken this 
hour more.'

Lenara says, 'Do you know where you were in these dreams?'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I know only of me and the fallen, piled around me'

Lenara shivers quietly.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'That, or engulfed in fire'

Flarn hugs Lenara.

Gunthar peers closely at a drinking patron, trying to figure him out.

Lenara taps her lip thoughtfully.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'Still, I be wondering what did happen for the feeling to stop 
so sudden that day in Caemlyn'

Lenara says, 'Gunthar... has anything strange been happening? You are hunting and suddenly kill 
something without drawing your blade?'

Gunthar shakes his head.

Gunthar sinks deeply into his own thoughts.

Lenara says, 'or... someone is hurt.. and they get better at your touch?'

Gunthar gasps in astonishment.

Flarn arches an eyebrow.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'Nay.. NOTHING so foul as what you expect!'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'No.. I serve the Light with all my heart'

Gunthar stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

Lenara steadies Gunthar with a hand on his wrist, 'Gunthar. I ask you to think about it.'

Gunthar glares about with a sudden rage in his eye, then slowly calms.

Lenara says, 'Did you feel anything while I was channeling? Your skin growing so cold you had 
goosebumps?'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'While you were channelling? My feeling started before that'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'Maybe it is a thing of warders...'

Lenara looks worried.

Lenara says, 'Can you describe the feeling, exactly?'

Gunthar sinks deeply into his own thoughts.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I don't think I can'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'how so? You've no Bond...'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'and in all things, I can think of only one other time I have 
felt close to it'

Gunthar frowns.

Lenara says, 'what was the situation?'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I was with Zelena Sedai.. just before she was raised to the shawl'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'perhaps it be a talent as you suggested.. something of old'
Gunthar frowns.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I do be saying I could do without the dreams though'

Lenara studies Gunthar worriedly.

Gunthar gets a small pallet.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'What happened in Caemlyn, Novice?'

Lenara stops short and gulps.

Flarn frowns, peering at Gunthar.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I fear in that may lie the key'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'why did the feeling be stopping then?'

Flarn comforts Lenara.

Gunthar slumps back into a chair

Gunthar sits down.

Gunthar rests his head in his hands, scrubbing at weary eyes.

Flarn whispers to Lenara, 'you don't have to tell him m'lady....'

Gunthar murmers 'Even sword practice be giving me no peace now days'

Lenara glances around the room as tears start to fall from her face. Suddenly she speaks, 
everything coming out in a rush, 'I wanted so much to heal you, I didn't care how far it 
took me... I wasn't paying attention...'

Lenara continues, 'and when i grew tired I kept going, knowing I was stronger than the 
average channeler I counted on that to be the help, but I couldn't hold the weaves... 
I kept going... and going...'

Lenara almost screams, 'and then everytrhing went black, I felt ripped apart and then I 
saw nothing but the swirling doom of a wasted life in front of me.'

Flarn slumps in his seat, grief in his eyes.

Gunthar gasps in astonishment.

Lenara cries openly, 'I've lost it.. I lost the source, I can't feel the beating of it 
through my body, and I never will again.' 

Lenara puts her face in her hands, tears streaming openly.

Gunthar reaches out, then lets his hand fall

Flarn takes Lenara in a warm embrace.

Gunthar murmers quietly 'That wound must feel worse than death itself...'

Gunthar shakes his head

Gunthar clambers to his feet.

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'I should go'

Lenara takes in gasping ragged breaths.

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'm'lady...'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'It is dangerous for anyone to be around me'

Sword-apprentice Gunthar says, 'please.. stay away. I will bring no more harm to those I value'

Lenara stammers, 'gunthar wait...'

Gunthar stalks slowly from the room

Gunthar leaves east.

Lenara cries, tears streaming down her face.

Flarn pulls Lenara close.

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'Oh Lenara....'

Flarn sighs loudly.

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'I...'

Lenara shakes her head and bites her lip.

Flarn sighs as his head dips.

Lenara says, 'I hadn't said it out until now... this quest keeps me going, but light how are we 
supposed to deal with ourselves if we have to steal corpses!'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'I know....'

Lenara says, 'It's absolutly revolting...'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'but if it might....'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'if she could....'

Lenara sniffs sadly.  *SNIFF*

Flarn hugs Lenara.

Lenara says, 'If she could what?'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'help you...'

Lenara looks up at Flarn, her eyes wide.

Lenara says, 'You think that crazy woman can...'

Lenara says, 'heal this?'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'I don't know'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'but I...'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'I think I would do a great many things if it 
might help you'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'things I wouldn't normally do'

Lenara gulps and nods.

Lenara says, 'promise me Flarn...'

Lenara says, 'promise me you will not tell the sisters about me.'

Flarn takes Lenara's hands and gazes into her eyes.

Lenara says, 'if we stay away from the tower and finish this quest....'

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'never, never will I tell anyone about this...'

Flarn lifts Lenara's hand and kisses it softly.

Lenara nods and bites her lips.

Flarn drops Lenara's hand and brushes Lenara's cheek lightly.

Lenara says, 'Here's hope...'

Flarn nods.

Lenara rises, wiping her face with her handkerchief.

Lenara says, 'Then we will find what we are looking for.'

Flarn stands, gazing at Lenara.

Flarn stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

Flarn reaches up to wipe a tear away from her eye.

Recruit Flarn says with a Saldaean accent, 'I... I will do whatever I can to help you....'

Lenara nods quietly.

Flarn gazes at Lenara, wanting to speak, but keeping silent.

Lenara fingers a chain around her neck.

Flarn looks at Lenara.

Lenara says softly, 'Flarn I'm finding myself trusting you more and more..

Lenara says, 'I want you to take something... to help you remember your promise.'

Flarn nods.
Lenara stop using a silver chain bearing a steel sword.

Lenara stop using a half-heart pendant.

Lenara put a silver chain bearing a steel sword around your neck.

Lenara takes Flarn's hand and drops the chain into his open palm.

Lenara gives a half-heart pendant to Flarn.

Lenara says, 'I carry the other half.'

Flarn glances down at his hand, his hand closing as he lifts his gaze to Lenara.

Lenara says, 'wear it please...'

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'm'lady... then I ask that you take this to remind you that 
you are not alone, ever, if you need anything.....'

Flarn puts a half-heart pendant around his neck.

Flarn stops using a rose shaped stud.

Lenara frowns, as she knows what he is about to do.

Flarn carefully places the stud in Lenara's hand, closing her fingers around it.

Flarn gives Lenara a rose shaped stud.

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'please... to remind you of my promise to you'

Lenara sighs and nods slowly.

Lenara put a rose shaped stud in her left ear.

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'I will not ask anything of you, except that you let me 
help you, whenever you need it'

Lenara says, 'I accept... as long as it will not compromise your goals.'

Flarn takes Lenara's hand and squeezes it gently.

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'I don't think it will....'

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'and m'lady...'

Lenara nods bluntly, smoothing her skirts over her hips.

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'even if it might....'

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'it wouldn't matter'

Flarn gazes at Lenara briefly before ducking his head down.

Lenara says, 'Flarn... we have one more problem.'

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'what's that?'

Lenara says, 'I believe Gunthar is a male channeler..'

Lenara glances around furtively.

Flarn frowns, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword.

Lenara says, 'and even though I'm lacking what it takes to be an Aes Sedai right now..'

Lenara says, 'the sisters don't know that, and I'm still a member if in name only.'

Flarn nods.

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'I will tell no one'

Lenara says, 'I believe it is my duty...'

Lenara says, 'to let them know about gunthar.'

Flarn nods.

Lenara rises and glides out the door.

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'do you wish me to go with you when you do?'

e
End of the Off-Track
A quaint little tavern of brown and red bricks rests at the end of the
off-track to the west.  Its roof peaks two floors up, with the common room
dominating the ground level, while living quarters take up the top floor.  The
upper floor windows are curtained, though one of the two has a vase of flowers
placed on the window sill, evidence of a feminine presence.  The path leading
away from the tavern is narrow, sandwiched between the buildings bordering it.
East it leads towards the town square.    
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A young and cheerful boy plays around here.
A drunken man stumbles around, trying desperately to stay upright.
A small dog is here, scrounging for food.
A gray warhorse, being led by Flarn.
A gray warhorse, being led by you.
Flarn has arrived from the west.

A gray mare trots in from the east.

Flarn follows at Lenara's shoulder.

A drunken man stumbles east.

Lenara says, 'I think for my safety, and to keep my secret, I will send a letter.'

Flarn nods.

Flarn hugs Lenara.

Lenara says, 'but tomorrow... I need my rest today.'

A little girl has arrived from the east.
An old gray mare ambles away east.
A drunken man stumbles in from the east.

Flarn nods.
e
Off-Track West of the Square
Cluttered with rubbish and refuse, the track's width becomes narrower with the
passing years.  It is heavily used, shown clearly through the number of tracks
and hoofprints pressed into the sod.  Low and wide buildings hem it on both
sides, many of them houses though some have signs over their doorways to
advertise its service or good.  One such is a red-bricked building to the
north, with its front wall removed and replaced with a massive double door.  
It is a smithy, and by the looks of it, it does well in the town.    
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A heavy, iron-bound barrel rests before the smithy.
An old gray mare stands here.
A middle-aged graying man rests here tiredly.
A gray warhorse highsteps in from the west.
Flarn has arrived from the west.
A gray warhorse highsteps in from the west.

A gray mare trots in from the west.
A little girl has arrived from the west.
e
Town Square of Herdan's Bridge
The road widens considerably at this point, forming the heart of Herdan's
Bridge.  Many years of service has seen to the sod's deterioration, which is
battered hard and criss-crossed with tracks and hoofprints.  The buildings
bordering the square are dirty brown, often with their bricked walls caked with
mud and dust.  Off the road, between buildings, tracks come in from the east
and west.  They are far narrower than the road traveling north and south, but
enough for the traffic that trickles through them.    
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A young and cheerful boy plays around here.
A patrolling guardsman, being led by the guardsmen's officer.
A patrolling guardsman, being led by the guardsmen's officer.
A patrolling guardsman, being led by the guardsmen's officer.
A stately officer of the village guards patrols the town.
A puppy looks up with big pouty eyes.
A gray warhorse highsteps in from the west.
Flarn has arrived from the west.
A gray warhorse highsteps in from the west.
n
Main Road North of the Square
The road tapers out the further south it travels, leading to the main square of
Herdan's Bridge.  The square has many off tracks leading from it, the pathways
often narrow enough to be called alleyways.  The buildings around the square,
similar to those along the roadside here, are squat, but well-built buildings,
many with steep roofs of tile or slate.  To the east, a low stableyard with a
latch-lock door can be seen, set between a thatcher's house and the inn it is
attached to.  West, stands the carpenter's store.    
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A gray mare steps merrily along.
A broad-chested man works pauses in his work to wipe at a sweaty face.
An elderly woman looks around her happily.
A gray warhorse highsteps in from the south.
Flarn has arrived from the south.
A gray warhorse highsteps in from the south.

n
On the Main Road through Herdan's Bridge
Tightly packed buildings of gray or brown bricked walls stand on the roadside,
most of them low with shuttered windows and tiled roofs.  Their walls are
slightly dirty from the constant traffic that passes through, though more often
than not, the properties are kept in good condition.  Thin wisps of smoke can
be seen uncoiling from many of the buildings' chimneys, thus the air is hinted
with a touch of hickory smoke.  Also strong in the air is the smell of fresh
stews, coming from a double-storey inn to the east.  To the west stands the
tallest building in the town, a triple level, gray-bricked building crowned
with a pent-shaped roof.  To the south is the town square, and beyond that, a
stout wooden bridge with a modest-sized dockside.    
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An orange and white striped long-haired cat pads around.
A tired and worried looking merchant slumps here.
A handsome man looks around, smiling broadly.
A drunken man stumbles around, trying desperately to stay upright.
A gray warhorse highsteps in from the south.
Flarn has arrived from the south.
A gray warhorse highsteps in from the south.

e
The Silver Chalice Inn
The inn exudes a warmth and homeliness that is common in many inns throughout
Caralain.  The walls are panelled with diagonally set pieces of oak, and the
high ceiling is speckled with many tiny lamps.  Mounted high on the north and
east walls are rectangular windows, and below those are rows of brass-fashioned
sconces.  To soften the brightness of the light, a thin haze of smoke lingers
in the air, accompanied by the rich aroma of freshly cooked stews and roast
beef.  The kitchen of the inn lies to the north, through a doorless entryway,
while to the south is the establishment's stableyard.    
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The inn's serving girl goes about her duties.
A large, black dog rests by the fireplace.
A tall man watches over the inn, trying desperately to blend in with the patrons.
The inn's serving girl goes about her duties.
A barely awake drunk is slumped over the table here.
A man is resting at one of the tables, smoking happily.
A man rests here, drowning his worries at the bottom of a mug.
A man is seated in the corner, playing dice.
A man is seated in the corner, playing dice.
The innkeeper of the Silver Chalice scurries about.
A gray warhorse could not follow you here.
Flarn has arrived from the west.

Lenara hugs Flarn.

Lenara stops using a polished brass lantern.

Lenara says, 'I will see you when I wake.'

Flarn hugs you.

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'm'lady....'

Lenara says, 'yes?'

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'my heart is grieved deeply by your loss'

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'I hope that there's something, anything we can do....'

Lenara's brow furrows and she shakes her head, 'It's best not to think about it if I don't have to.'

Flarn nods.

Flarn hugs Lenara.

Lenara says, 'now goodnight.'

Lenara says, 'Light illumine you.'

Recruit Flarn says softly, 'and you m'lady'

Lenara speaks a few words to the innkeeper and he leads her down the hallway.

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