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[merrimanlyon]

He felt it.

Oh yes, he felt it.

Which may explain why he is in the bar now, and looks as if he could use a stiff drink.

[OOC: Not 100% plot-locked, but please to ping Gramarye1971 before tagging?]

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[blue_ajah]

The aura of golden light about her is faint, but clearly visible.

The instant she sees him, Moiraine glides swiftly toward him.

"Merriman." Calm enough, but there is something tense underlying her quiet tone. "How are matters with you?"

It is not at all an idle question.

[merrimanlyon]

'Moiraine.' His own tone is rather clipped, taut with its own tension. 'I am well -- and, I admit, concerned.'

[blue_ajah]

"You felt it, then."

This, in turn, is not a question at all.

"Do you know what it was?"

[merrimanlyon]

'Her.' No question about that particular pronoun. 'And...something that was not her. Is not her.'

Tenses are a trifle difficult at the moment.

'Something exceedingly powerful.'