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Thumping down the stairs, a long tube of leather cradled underarm, Rand makes his way to the Bar and quietly asks for a cup of water.
He sips at it, grimacing at the slightly loud sound of the late night patrons. He'd Heal himself out of this headache, but unfortunately, that's not the way Healing works.
Moving from the bar, he finds a table and sets down the glass, proceeding to open the leather tube and taking out canvas maps, spreading them out and using various salt shakers and condiments to keep things weighed down. He sits, fishing a small journal out of his pocket, and reaching down into the tube, produces an ink well and quill, slightly ruffled.
Studying the maps, he begins making notes.
He sips at it, grimacing at the slightly loud sound of the late night patrons. He'd Heal himself out of this headache, but unfortunately, that's not the way Healing works.
Moving from the bar, he finds a table and sets down the glass, proceeding to open the leather tube and taking out canvas maps, spreading them out and using various salt shakers and condiments to keep things weighed down. He sits, fishing a small journal out of his pocket, and reaching down into the tube, produces an ink well and quill, slightly ruffled.
Studying the maps, he begins making notes.