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Dyelin's voice can be heard from outside the door, "But he said he wanted to see me. Why don't you check with him instead of just dismissing me out of hand." She waits while the door guard grumbles then disappears behind the door to tell Rand that the Regent Dyelin Taravin is here to see him.
The door opens again. This time the Maidens motion for the Regent to enter. Rand looks up from the collection of maps and reports covering his desk. His gaze narrows on Dyelin, a slight frown etching itself upon his face, before he looks back down. As he ruffles through the papers with his right hand, he motions absently with his left towards the other chair in the room and mutters,'Please have a seat, Regent.'
Dyelin enters the room, her eyes cut quickly to the Maidens seizing them up quickly as possible then her eyes centered back on Rand as she slowly approaches him. A cool expression upon her face like any Aes Sedai might have, she sits down as Rand instructs her. "Thank you", she says in a polite no nonesense tone of voice. She motions with her hand at the maps before him. "I hope this doesn't involve any travel plans for me." She looks expectantly at him, waiting.
Rand's fingers close around an envelope he uncovers from the pile of papers. He leans forward slightly and tosses the envelope towards Dyelin. He arches an eyebrow and asks,'Travel plans?' Then he gives a quick shake of his head and says,'No. No travel plans. I just need you to read that description and tell me to what house that sigil belongs.'
Dyelin looks warily at Rand as one might a snake about to strike. She cautiously opens the envelop breaking a seal she does not recognize then pulls out the papers. She frowns at what she reads, then looks up at Rand, "What is all of this about?" She sighs softly, "Do you not take a bit of tea Rand? Would be nice right about now." She has no great expectations regarding his manners so returns to reading the papers before her once again."
Rand shoots a sharp glance towards the Maidens standing just outside the door. After a long moment, he turns his gaze upon Dyelin again. He shakes his head a bare fraction and says,'I will take tea when I am finished with my work.' He gestures sharply towards the letter in Dyelin's hand and says,'That is the sigil of a supposed Andoran Lord. Do you recognize it or not?'
Dyelin looks up at Rand her eyes narrow at him, "I know all the Houses of Andor as you well know. Why don't you tell me what this is all about?" She taps her fingers on the arm of the chair as her eyes wander down to the maps, frowning at the spread on top of Illian.
A loud sound of crinkingly parchment accompanies the abrupt motion of Rand's right hand curling into a tight fist around the topmost map on the pile. Otherwise, he remains quite still. In a cold, steady voice, he says,'This is about me needing the name associated with that sigil. '
Dyelin nods her head slowly and calmly, "well, if an Andoran is threatening you, you know I will not condon such action. Is that what is going on here?" Her eyes wander down once more trying to discern the map that lies below the one he has just crinkled. She frowns slightly as she tries to focus more clearly on the map, which appears to look like a map of the Tower and surrounding city but she isn't quite certain.
Rand pushes his chair back and slowly rises. He drops the crumpled map on the desk and lowers his clenched fists to his sides. He glares coldly down at Dyelin and says in a harsh tone,'If an Andoran nobleman threatens me, I am very capable of defending myself whether you condone it or not. I need that name. I doubt you are the only one in this city that can give it to me... Or that can hold Elayne's throne for her either, for that matter.'
Dyelin tightens her jaw in that stubborn Andoran way, but her expression remains as cool as before. "That is probably true. But I do not sell out my countrymen without knowing the reason why. And if it were that easy, I think you would already have a name." She slips the papers back into the envelop and sets them down on Rand's desk.
Rand's face sets in a mask of barely contained rage. For a long moment, he just glares at the women. Finally, his eyes snap up towards the door. In a cold, commanding voice he says,'Far Dareis Mai, you may escort this woman from the palace. I doubt we will be needing her services any longer.' He lowers his gaze back to Dyelin and says with a smirk upon his face,'You are dismissed.' As he lowers himself back to his chair, he raises his voice and snaps towards the guards,'Bring that Reshar woman to me. Perhaps she will be of more use.'
Dyelin rises from her chair, her jaw set tightly, "I can see now, that you have lied, lied to all of us. You do not care what happens to Andor." She looks at him with disgust not just for his lies but for what he is as well. "The rumors must be true. You've no intention of returning Elayne to her throne, do you? They say you have killed her just as surely as you killed Morgase." She sighs deeply and looks calmly about the room, making a full circle about the room to return to Rand once more. "You are not behaving in a rational manner. And I think you know that....perhaps....", she weighs her words carefully since she is convinced he is already insane. "Perhaps, you will do the decent thing in the end. Perhaps it will make a diffence."
Rand glances up from the papers on his desk, eyebrow arching coldly. In a dangerously soft voice, he says,'The right thing? Have you not listened to those people repeating smatterings of the prophecy in the street. I will break the world to save it. I can spend all my time explaining why I am doing this and go mad long before I finish reading the next report on my desk. Or people that supposedly support the Light and Andor can do their duty without questioning every action I make. I will find the identity of this nobleman with or without you.'
Dyelin nods curtly, "Very well, I'll send someone to you from that house. Let you explain what you will to them or not....have it your way." She pulls on her gloves and turns to leave the room letting the guards fall in to escort her.
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