RE: Attending summons

OOC: Its nice to be back. Excuse the terrible writing but i need to get started somehow... hopefully will be matching you guys shortly

She leaned back in her chair, mentally releasing herself, for the moment, from the sheets of reports that covered the surface of her table. Arafel, Shienar, Andor, Murandy, Tear, Mayene, the list went on. Each little detail, each hint, each drop, each echo; her job to scrutinise them all. The cushions felt good against her back, soothing muscles fresh from hours of bending.

Renee watched as the man strode to the centre of the room, faced the table and snapped his heels together in a cavalryman's salute. Borderlander. A simple motion dismissed the Keeper. The door closed silently. Her attention returned to the man standing in the middle of her office.

Well-oiled leather boots, leggings and shirt of black silk, worn leather belt with pouches, fancloth and simple hadori. Long face, jade green eyes, thin scar above left eyebrow and hawk's beak nose. No weapons visible save two swords on a low swordbelt. It seemed, for once, that stories and truth were close to tallying. Close. A simple band sat around his right ring finger.

Her gaze met his, granite grey meeting pale jade. The Warder did not flinch nor blink, simply gazing back easily as if being here in the office of the Amyrlin was the most natural thing in the world.

“Very good,” came the reply, “So you do maintain some level of courtesy, stuck as you were in that corner of the world. How long have you been away, Gaidin?”

“Twelve years.”

“Any idea at all why you've been summoned?”

“Not at all.”

Renee sighed. They had warned her that he was stubborn. Every single Sister she had consulted said much the same. Stubborn, a maverick with sometimes blatant disregard for authority, uncommon skill with weapons and loyal to the Tower. She wondered for the seventeenth time if he was the right choice. Dangerous situations required strange solutions sometimes. Besides, Elin was one of the few she could trust. And loyalty to the Tower was at a premium these days.

The Amyrlin leaned forward before beckoning to the Warder to take seat. There was much to say and little time to do so. A ward sprang into existence.

Talaban swore, as he strode down the cobbled pathway leading to the gathering hall in the middle of the Tower barracks. Women. They just had to meddle. The Gaidin cursed again as he passed through another checkpoint, ignoring the sounds of disapproval that sounded in his wake. For once, the Warder thought he understood why the Aes Sedai had a supreme reputation as schemers and manipulators.

The former thief sighed again. His path had been decided the moment he had seen that pair of eyes in the forests of Shienar years ago. One pair of haunting blue eyes. Perhaps that had been the Creator's plan after all. His path was fixed now. Decided by fate it seemed.

Master of Arms. Him. The previous one assassinated or murdered. Darkfriends in the Tower. Talaban suppressed the sigh this time. “The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,” he muttered, trying to convince himself.

Heavy oaken doors stood closed, barring his entrance into the hall. Talaban paused for a moment. In truth, there was little choice. His oaths were to the Tower. His wife was safer here. And he did not really mind the job. He just hated the feeling that his life had been meddled with.

The heavy oaken doors swung open, both pieces of heavy wood pushed to full extension by the wiry man that walked in, the afternoon light at his back, splaying thin orange lines across the dim room. Eyes squinted slightly as rays hit pupils. The five men adjusted slightly, not uttering a single word, maintaining the semi circle they stood in. The moment Talaban strode into the centre, five pairs of heels clicked in absolute precision.

“Jael al'Sen, Subadar of Horse”

“Iselle, Intelligence”

“Naslyn Tamco, Logistics and Engineering”

“Rivvy Dinari, Training”

“Noal Saregas, Specialists”

• Posts in this string:
  • MRP: Passing of an era posted by Alisse Sedai  on 02/08/2007 @ 15:22:55
    • Searching for the New posted by Quirin Wallis do Mattei a'Rian Gaidin on 02/09/2007 @ 21:12:45
      • Attending summons posted by Talaban Morenae Gaidin on 04/09/2007 @ 09:39:43
        • RE: Attending summons posted by Talaban Morenae Gaidin on 26/02/2008 @ 12:35:34

The 'Wheel of Time' is © Robert Jordan and Tor books. World of the Wheel does not make any profits from its use of these materials. The views of the writers here may not necessarily be those of the site creators.