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Deedrit's face is very neutral as she watches. Her eyes darting between Brenna, Cordell and then Serghi. They rest on Serghi then, dark orbs that look daggers into him if they could. She suddenly shakes her head and looks elsewhere, purposefully looking away from Serghi.
Cordell shakes his head, a tone of frustration creeping into his voice,'I do not need any ministrations, thank you very much. The Reader, or whatever they call them in this Lightforsaken city, popped the the shoulder back in place.' He lets out a sigh and nods to Brenna,'It is just the cultural differences, good woman. I noticed that many of his people are that way when I took the oaths in Tammuz Square.'
Serghi stops short of the darkness with which Deedrit covers herself, his profile to her he says barely under his breath,' Lurking in the darkness, you would think you would learn, Minstrell"
Deedrit frowns and her eyes fall on Serghi's profile. Her voice is extremely soft, and unfriendly as she says, "There are more pleasant things here than where you stand."
Serghi turns toward Deedrit,' Well, look who we have, Miss Deedrit,, the ', he smiles pleasantly,' I am surprised you still live."
Brenna shrugs slightly, a long soft sigh escaping her lips. She finally moves her gaze from Serghi's back and turns her attention to Cordell, "Well met again, sir. I'm sorry for that little display of anger, I have a hard time keeping a rein on my temper."
Deedrit's arms remain crossed and she doesn't move from the leaning position she has against the shadowy alley. She stares hard at Serghi and tilts her head slightly to the side, "I'm hard to kill... I'm suprised you are still allowed to live, I thought cockroaches only lived for so many days..."
Serghi dabs himself lightly with a scented handkerchief from his ruffled sleeve, chuckling slightly,' And I thought you would have forgotten, you owe me a favor.'
Azraeil saunters into the area almost arrogantly, using his spear as a sort of walking stick. He looks confidently around, eyeing all of the people around him with a measuring gaze. He is clad completely in his cadin'sor, right up to the shoufa wrapped neatly around his head. A veil hangs loosely from it, shivering in the small breeze. His left hand is bandaged from fingertip to forearm, and hangs loosely at his side. He takes a half-step towards the fountain, staring at it, and then shakes his head slowly and continues surveying the area.
Deedrit's eyes narrow slightly before suddenly they open wide. She sighs and looks very disappointed. "Cockroaches have long memories..", she murmers with disappointment.
Cordell waves off the apology and says,'Tis fine. There are many people in this land that need anger directed at them in a direct and brutal fashion.' His brow furrows in thought and he says with very slight embarrassment,'I apologize.. I do not seem to recall your name. I am Cordell Fenevall.'
Serghi eyes come level upon Deedrit,' or have you forgotten?', twisting his signet ring, his eyes divert to the Aiel entering the yplaza and he frowns noticably for a moment before masking it with his usual gazee.
Maeglin watches the movements of his betters from his comfy position.
Brenna offers a slight nod to Cordell, smiling without anger for the first time, "I'm Brenna Dyrler, I don't think you caught my name the first time we met either." She raises her hand to offer it and then drops it with an embarressed look at your injured arm.
Deedrit pushes away from the alley wall and, keeping her arms crossed, stares daggers at Serghi. "I try to forget unpleasant things.", is all she says, bluntly.
Serghi unmask his frown and steps toward Deedrit forcefully, with a rather threatening posture, hissing to her,' You think that I would forget? You think you could just walk from such a deed?', spittle dripping from his lip,' I did not do it for heroics, that would be foolish,'
Cordell makes a seated bow towards Brenna and says with a slight smile,'I think you were not married back then, as well.' He indicates Serghi's general direction with a jerk of his head and says,'He seems to have a knack for drawing out the temper in women, does he not?'
Lor cautiously enters the oval from the east, eyes quickly scanning and taking note of the current situation. Licking dry lips nervously, she clutches a beat-up, scruffy looking pouch in her left hand as her right tugs on a lock of sun-lightened hair. She hurries over to the a bench facing the fountain and sits, tucking her knees under her chin, deep in thought.
Azraeil looks over in the direction of Serghi and Deedrit, grey eyes narrowing at the two. He moves off to the side so he has a clear view of what is happening between them without moving any closer to them.
Deedrit does not back away from Serghi, to her credit. Her dark eyes stare hard at Serghi and she uncrosses her arms, one hand disappearing somewhere underneath her cloak. She glances around before saying quietly, a mere hiss, "Then what do you want cockroach. You did it for a reason.. at least tell me why. Perhaps you are regretting it now and wish I were dead?"
Serghi glares back to Deedrit stopping short of her arms reach,' My reasons, your husband,', his eyes flick at her hand moving under her cloak,' ... there is no need for that
Serghi (cont) his features going back to a more placid demeanor,' We are still having a simple word'
Brenna throws a digusted look at Serghi, nodding her head, "Aye..it'll be a woman that stabs a big knife in his back. I only wish I could be there to give it a twist." She closes her eyes and lets out a long breath, muttering softly, "There goes that temper again." As she turns to look at Cordell again, she lets her gaze sweep over him slowly, "You seem to be in good health, except for the arm. Has life been good for you?"
Deedrit's eyes widen somewhat at Serghi's words and she looks around quickly before her eyes fall on him again. She slowly removes her hand from her cloak and takes a small step closer to him as she says, "What about him? You can't make me do anything bad to him, you might as well have left me there to rot.", she says in a very quiet tone, near a whisper, but her features are intense and her entire body and posture is tense.
Cordell shakes his head slightly and says,'Life has been... odd. I was on my way to Whitebridge, but I got distracted and decided to return home. Stopped here to rest before setting out for Cairhien.. and got distracted again.' He rolls his eyes in disgust,'No good deed ever goes unpunished. I messed my shoulder up trying to protect a small girl from her would be rescuers.' He frowns suddenly and says,'I need to go back to that inn and see if I was successful, I suppose.'
Serghi smiles darkly,' I wouldn't dream of such a thing, ', he looks back toward the palace,' These Andoran bore me, there are more eager people in the alleys of Ebu Dar,'
Brenna nods her head, tilting it slightly, "Do you need an escort to keep from getting distracted on the way to the Inn?" She stands up and smoothes her breeches at her hips unconciously, beaming a smile down at Cordell.
Lor sighs and closes her eyes, resting her cheek on her knees. Seemingly oblivious to what's happening, she smiles contentedly and looks to be drifting off to sleep? with her right hand casually holding the hilt of a sword.
Deedrit brushes at her cloak and pulls at the sleeves of her dress to pull them down around her wrists. She looks intently at Serghi before glancing towards the palace as he does. Her gaze only returns back to him when she says, "Cairhienen's bug me.." Her stare at him couldn't explain her feelings any clearer.
Serghi leans toward Deedrit sayling lowly,' You may be unwilling now, but there will come a time when you will kiss my ring for the love you wish for', stepping back out of the dark of the corner,' Mark my words, Minstrel.'
Deedrit watches Serghi's back like daggers and her hand actually disappears underneath her cloak again. She says quietly, intently, "Do not take too long Lordling. Lest I forget again, and be unable to remember."
Maeglin drinks his water and fills up the skin again. He's sweating it out as fast as he can drink it, in this heat.
Serghi turns back once more to Deedrit,' Don't become too distracted, tis the unwise one that is caught in the end.', he turns and almost walks right into Azreail.
Azraeil turns to peer at Maeglin in what appears to be amusement. His lips twitch upward, and he gives a small chuckle. He turns his head and looks at something far off in the distance, muttering something under his breath.
Deedrit stands there, staring at Serghi. She takes a step out of the shadows, glaring at Serghi's back. She suddenly grins as she watches him walk directly into the aiel. "If you live long enough..", she murmers under her breath.
Cordell chooses to not overhear Deedrit's comment. He stands and tugs at his sling to settle it more comfortably, then says,'An escort would not be a bad idea.' He begins to move towards the eastern exit of the plaza but almost immediately spies Lor. He stops in front of her and says,'There you are. I was beginning to wonder if you were going off seeking glory without me.' He turns to Brenna and says,'This is Lor, my travelling companion.' Turning back to Lor, he says,'Lor, this is Mistress Dyrler.'
Serghi stops short of running into Azreail,' Watch where your going, Savage!', stepping to the side quickly as he spits to the paving stone toward Deedrit.
Brenna smiles softly at Lor, offering a nod of greeting to the young woman,
"Well met, Lor." She places her arms behind her back, clasping her hands at
the small right where her hair ends.
Maeglin takes a sip of water as he watches one of those fool lords insulting an
aiel.
Deedrit sniffs at Serghi, lifting her chin high, "Who's the savage now...", she merely asks.
Azraeil stares hard at Serghi, scowling intently at him. Gripping his spear tightly, he furrows his brow, and then chuckles a little and grins at the Wetlander.
Serghi glares back to the Aiel, his lip trembling as his eyes dart to Deedrit,' Don't let it happen again', he turns abruptly away from Azreail.
Deedrit flips her multi-colored cloak over her shoulder in a colorful display. She takes a step after Serghi and says, "He's just clumbsy, can barely walk, let alone hold a conversation. You should not let him bother you Aiel..", apparently, she is speaking to the aiel, yet looking daggers at Serghi.
Lor raises her head and smiles warmly at Cordell and Brenna as they greet her. "Greetings and good day to you both," she nods to Cordell, "I trust your arm is doing better? 'Twas a noble thing you did, that saving the girl...." She sighs. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to assist. And no, I wasn't off finding glory on my own. So, what are your plans now?" she turns from Cordell to Brenna and back again, trying to talk to both at the same time.
Azraeil nods at Deedrit. "Most wetlanders are so" he says simply, turning away and looking at the two Cadin'sor-clad Aiel coming into the area. They appear to be arguing about something
Serghi moves quickly, yet trying not to hurry, from the oval.
Maeglin watches the lord go. Maybe he's wiser than he looks.
Deedrit looks at Azraeil before smirking and shaking her head. She glances at Serghi, a glare as he walks from the oval. Turning, she makes her way slowly back to where she was previously, standing in the shadows of the alleyway.
Cordell frowns slightly and says,'Well, yes.. noble.' He shrugs and adds,'My arm will be fine in a few days. I was going to go now and ask the innkeeper how the child is doing. Want to join me?'
Brenna grins slightly at Lor, quirking an eyebrow in amusement, "How do you ever find the time to breath with so many words?" She offers a wink to Cordell before speaking again, "Well I was going to walk with him to the Inn, but if you are going to accompany him there is no reason for me to."
Deedrit looks at Cordell and his friend, Lor now. She watches curiously.
Psamathos wanders into the plaza, whistling softly to himself. He doesn't seem to be paying much attention to his surroundings.
The two newly-entered Aiel continue arguing as they move ever-closer to the fountain. "The water belongs to the Goshien!" the shorter one says forcefully with a woman's voice. "The water was found by the Goshien, and so it belongs to the Goshien. If you Stone Dogs had a little less stone in your heads, maybe you would be able to see that!" she says, shaking a spear at the tall one. (Azraeil)
"It is on Chareen land, so the water is ours" the other says, in a man's voice. "A child knows that the water belongs to the Chareen. You simply do not wish to admit that you are wrong" He shakes his head at her, and then swats at her spear. (Azraeil)
Lor picks up her pouch as she stands, stretches out slightly, and smiles secretively. "The trick is to take a huge breath, but silently and not so's anyone'll notice, then carefully divide it up between statements. You really get used to it after some time....." She thinks for a minute, then shrugs and dons a charming smile. "But, please, stay with us! The more the merrier, right? Unless, of course, you have urgent business to attend to, but if you don't, then please, come with us..."
Deedrit's dark eyes find Psamathos as he enters and she actually smiles as she sees him.
Psamathos glances around the oval and blinks slightly as if everything seems strange to him.
Cordell turns to Brenna and says,'Yes, please join us. There are things I wanted to ask you about.'
Psamathos pauses near the fountain and murmurs something softly to himself about needing a drink.
Maeglin just watches the world go by. Ah, the free life of the unemployed.
The female Aiel glares at the other, shaking with outrage. She shings the haft of her spear hard, striking him square on the top of the head. He gives a grunt and stumbles backwards, nearly falling into the fountain. When he steadies himself, he leaps backwards, gripping his spear in both hands and staring hard at the woman. He raises his veil to his face, and she mimics him. (Azraeil)
Brenna blinks in suprise at the two before her and then nods slowly, offering a half smile, "Sure, I'll tag along if you two don't mind." She looks around and then brightens at the sight of Psamathos, mummuring, "Now there's a face that I haven't seen in a long time. I'll have to make a note to stop by here later." With a little shake of her head, she returns her attention to Lor and Cordell, "Ready when you are."
Deedrit moves out from the shadows of the alley she stands in and walks towards Psamathos. Once she reaches him, she whispers near his ear.
Brenna smiles and walks into the common room, pausing just inside the door for her two companions. She lets her eyes scan the room slowly, a wary look on her face for a brief moment and then just as suddenly the smile returns.
Lor smiles with a mischievous glint in her eye and enters the common room, across the doorway from Brenna. After a quick scan, she nods appreciatively and turns back to her companions, gesturing to the room behind her. "Shall we sit? Get drinks?"
Cordell follows the two women inside and closes the door. He nods to Lor and says,'Get us a table, please. I am going to check with the bartender.' He makes the slightest of bows towards the two women, then turns to walk up to the bar.
Brenna shrugs at Lor and gestures for her to walk before her, "I'll follow you, mi'lady." She clasps her hands at the small of her back, a grin settled on her full lips.
Cordell stops at the bar and taps on the counter top with the knuckles of his left hand to get Lee's attention. Finally, he clears his throat and says a bit forcefully,'Excuse me.'
There is the slightest of sounds, unheard through the quiet rumble of conversation in the room as the swinging doors swing open only enough for Byzel to enter the common room quietly. He tugs at the sleeves of his tunic, frowning down at the light sprinkling of dust from the city that has settled on his clothing. He glances around absently, though the way his eyes narrow point towards him searching for someone or something in particular. (Byzel)
Lee looks up, his eyes bleary and a touch red. "My apologies, si... apologies, Lord." He trails off, and reaches for a glass, carefully keeping his eyes low. "What can I get you, Lord?"
Brenna moves to follow Lor and then stops suddenly. With a wide smile she turns, "Well, there you are my love." She takes a few steps towards Byzel, her golden eyes dancing with delight, "I've been waiting for you."
Cordell nods to Lee and says,'Yes, a couple of bottles of your best red wine delivered to,' he stops and points with his left hand in the direction Brenna and Lor went,'that table over there.' Turning back to the man he asks,'And how is the little girl doing?'
Lor looks about the room again and, picking a table in the far western corner, turns to point it out to Brenna, only to find she's talking to herself. Blinking, she sees Brenna is talking with a man. Tugging on a lock of hair, she looks at the table they are standing beside, shrugs, and sits there.
Byzel meets Brenna's sparkling gaze with a brief nod, his lips twitching as he strides across the room towards her. As they approach each other, he holds his hands out towards her, palms facing inwards, 'You have led me on a quite the little chase, the note you left was a bit obscure, dear.' He gives her a peculiar glance, eyes shifting briefly to her companions before returning to her.
The bartender stops retrieving the bottles from the cabinet, as though suprised by the question, somehow. "She is... she is not well, Lord." He stands up and takes a few steps, before pausing again. "But she lives, thanks to you, Lord. If ever there is anything we can do for you... let us know." He blushes, obviously embarrased by the obvious ridiculousness of the statement. Under his breath he mutters quickly, "We all love her a great deal." as he turns and hurries around the end of the bar with the bottles.
Brenna blushes faintly and nods, "Well I was hoping you would be able to find me, there are something that I need to talk to you about." She leans forward and gives Byzel a soft kiss on the lips before pulling away and turning towards the table that Lor is seated. Her hand reaches behind her to grasp Byzel's, pulling him gently behind her.
Cordell frowns deeply,'Have the Readers.. or Wisdoms or whatever it is they are called in Andor not been able to help?'
The barkeep stops again, obviously suprised by the apparent concern of an arrogant lordling. "They...they kept her alive. But she sees nothing, and does not move or speak." He sighs, and lowers his head, "There is nothing more that they can do, they say... not for a common girl like her." He starts walking again, and deposits the bottles at Brenna's elbow. Turning to Cordell again, his eyes red-rimmed and moist, he adds, "My thanks for your concern, Lord. My thanks."
Lor waits patiently, her fingers tapping out a rhythm on the tabletop, as if she hears music no one else can. Stopping suddenly when the bartender nearly drops the bottles on the table, she raises her eyebrows at Cordell. "Umm.. did I miss something?" Blinking uncertainly, she sighs. "Is this table acceptable?"
Cordell's fingers settle on the counter. He arches an eyebrow and asks,'How does the child's rank affect their ability to tend her.. exactly?'
Byzel follows behind Brenna quite docilely, his hand clasping hers rather firmly as he follows her stride for stride to the table. He glances towards Lor, Cordell and the bartender quickly, long enough to study each face without appearing rude as he waits for Brenna to conduct introductions.
The bartender sighs and shakes his head. "It is simply this... something on the inside of her head is hurt, and they know nothing of how to heal that." He moves back behind the bar, and explains regretfully, "They even asked aid from one of those women in the Tower," Lee looks nervous at this, and continues uncertainly, "but they have little hope even there. With hurts to the head, there is little that the local healers know how to do."
Brenna blinks in suprise at the somber mood at the table, the smile slipping from her lips. She turns to look over her shoulder at Byzel, offering a slight shrug and then speaking, "Byzel, love. This is Lor and Cordell, I've met Cordell before and we have a bit of catching up to do it seems...", her voice trailing off as she hears the bartender's words, a soft frown tugging at her lips.
Cordell's frown grows even deeper,'The wit.. Aes Sedai could not help either?' He nods an absent greeting towards Byzel before his attention settles on the bartender again. He shakes his head and says distractedly,'I thought they could cure anything if they wished.'
Byzel appears a bit uncomfortable, a touch of uncertainly of his surroundings and the people clustered around the table. Gently disengaging his hand from Brenna's he glances from the bartender to Cordell, a faintly puzzled frown on his face.
The bartender sighs. "I.. I admit that I am somewhat relieved..." He shakes his head. "But we are left with few options. The healers say that there are a few who know the craft of healing such injuries, but they are far beyond our means." He glances back towards the kitchen. "None nearer than Amador know aught of such things." Lee's hands work mechanically as he speaks, picking up and polishing a glass instinctively. All of the glassware looks quite clean, today.
Lor offers up a warm but hesitant smile to Byzel. Softly, so as not to disturb Cordell's conversation, she says "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I trust you are doing well?"
Brenna sighs softly, moving back to stand next to Byzel, her shoulder touching him. "Maybe we should catch up later, Cordell. I need to speak to Byzel about somethings anyway."
Cordell blinks in confusion and says,'Amador.. but channeling is illegal there. Any Aes Sedai caught in that nation are hanged.' Something Brenna says catches his attention and he turns to her,'Yes, I'll be in town a few more days.. I had some questions to do with your eyes..'
Lee nods slowly, "Indeed... apparently the healers there have learned to do great things without resorting to...to.. such things." He sighs. "But the trip alone is beyond our means. It is no matter, Lord... with luck, she will be well again someday. I cannot believe the Creator would allow it to happen otherwise." A single tear trickles down his rough cheek, and he turns away to arrange bottles on the shelf.
Cordell's brow furrows in thought for a long, silent moment. Finally he says,'What have the healers said about moving her? Can she even make the trip?'
The bartender slowly shakes his head. "They've said nothing about that... as I said, her mother could not afford to take her. The tavern does well enough, but the landlord sees most of the money, and the magistrates a fair deal more." He sighs. "A tavern girl can't afford much of anything for her daughter, these days."
Cordell sinks deeply into thought again. After another long pause of silence, he lets out a very frustrated sounding sigh. Grinding his teeth together, he slips his right arm free of the sling so he can use his right hand to pull the ring from his left hand. He transferes the jewelry to the palm of his left hand and slips his right arm back into his sling with a pained expression on his face. When finished he lets out a long, relieved breath and holds the silver band set with a large dark blue sapphire up between his left thumb and first finger. 'Here,' he says,'give this to the woman. She should be able to sell it for enough to pay for the trip.'
Lee stares in wonder, slowly shaking his head. After a moment, he shakes his head more vigorously. "I couldn't, Lord... you are too generous. First saving the girl from those men, and then..." He stares at the ring, fixated.
Cordell shakes his head and says,'You can and will take it. Had I done nothing, those men may have just taken some money and left. My intervention could be the reason she is injured. Or.. there may be a reason she needs to be in Amador. The wheel weaves strangely sometime...' His voice trails off and a distracted look crosses his face again. He shakes his head again as if to clear it and adds,'The ring is of little importance to me. I could have another made easily. Take it and have word sent to me in Cairhien when she returns from Amador. I will be staying at the Tree of Life inn.'
Lee accepts the ring gratefully, and bows over Cordell's extended hand. "Many thanks, Lord. Any time you come to Caemlyn, I beg you to favor us with your presence." He holds his hands cupped carefully before him, the ring within. "We may never repay you, but I am sure we can find some small way to show our gratitude..."
Cordell nods and waves the man away with his left hand,'Be off then and see to the girl.'
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