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'Ordeith' Apply now! AIM: ... ICQ: ... |
The man on the wagon was Padan Fain, a pale skinny fellow, with gangly arms and a massive beak of a nose. Fain, always smiling, and laughing as if he knew a joke that no else knew, had driven his wagon and team into Emonds Field every spring for as long as Rand could remember. |
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Also at the White Tower Apply now! AIM: ... ICQ: ... |
"Mother?" Elaida almost gave a start as Alviarin spoke. Entering without so much as a knock! "I have word from the Ajahs, Mother. Slim and cool-faced, Alviarin wore the Keeper's narrow stole in white, matching her dress, to show she had been raised from the White, but in her mouth "Mother" became less a title of respect and more an address to an equal. |
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'Lady Shiaine Avarhin' Apply now! AIM: ... ICQ: ... |
Most people would have been unsettled by the sight of Jaichim Carridin, even cleaning a pen nib, with his steely face and deep-set eyes, the white tabard over his coat bearing the golden sunburst of the Children of the Light impressed pon the shepherd's crook of the Hand. Not Mili Skane. That was her real name, though she did not know he knew. A saddler's daughter from a village near Whitebridge, she had gone to the White Tower at fifteen, another thing she thought secret. It was hardly the best start, becoming a Friend of the Dark because the witches told her she could not learn to channel, but before that year was out she had not only found a circle in Caemlyn but had made her first kill. In the seven years since, she had added nineteen more. She was one of the best assassins available, and a hunter who could find anyone or anything. That much he had been told when she was sent to him. A circle reported to her now. Several of them actually were nobles and almost all were older, but neither thing mattered among those who served the Great Lord. Another circle working for Carridin was led by a gnarled beggar with one eye, no teeth and a habit of bathing only once in the year. Had circumstances been different, Carridin himself would have knelt to Old Cully, the only name the stinking villain admitted to. Mili Skane surely groveled for Old Cully, and so did every last companion of her circle, noble or not. It irritated Carridan that "Lady Shiaine" would be on her knees in a flash if the straggly-haired old beggar entered the room, but for him sat with her legs crossed, smiling and twitching one slippered foot as if impatient to be done. |
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'Doilan Mellar' Mynock AIM: HumanitysEpitaph ICQ: 152600264 |
"Doilin Mellar," Birgitte said slowly, her brows drawing down as a sharp angle. "A coldhearted fellow, though he smiles a lot. Mainly at women. He pinches serving girls, and he's tumbled three in four days that I know of--he likes to talk about his 'conquests'--but he hasn't pressed anyone who said no. He claims to have been a merchant's guard and then a mercenary, and now a Hunter for the Horn, and he certainly has the skills. Enough that I made him a lieutenant. He's Andoran, from somewhere out west, near Baerlon, and he says he fought for your mother during the Succession, though he couldn't have been much more than a boy at the time. Anyway, he knows the right answers--I checked--so maybe he was involved in it. Mercenaries lie about their pasts without thinking twice." Folding her hands on her middle, Elayne considered Doilin Mellar. She remembered only the impression of a wiry man with a sharp face, choking on of her assailants while they struggled over the poisoned dagger. A man with enough soldier's skills that Birgitte made him an officer. She was trying to make sure that as many as possible of the officers, at least, were Andoran. A rescue just in time, one man against three, and a sword hurled across the room like a spear; very much like a gleeman's tale. "He deserves a suitable reward. A promotion to captain and command of my bodyguard, Birgitte. Caseille can be his second." |
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Also at Shaido Aiel Apply now! AIM: ... ICQ: ... |
Galina Casban looked less than Katerine's true age at most and was twice that, and for eighteen years the round-faced woman had been the head of the Red Ajah. A fact not known outside the Ajah, of course; such things were for the Ajah alone. She was not even one of the Sitters for the Red in the hall of the Tower; Katerine suspected that the heads of most other ajahs were. Elaida would have named her leader of this expedition instead of that self-important Coiren , except that Galina herself had pointed out that a Red might make Rand al'Thor suspicious. |