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Standing patiently in a corner of the bar, Rand is dressed for battle. His white shirt is tight, sword buckled at his hip, black pants a little loose for movement, black boots with hard soles. The glow of Saidin is alight about him, and his gaze sweeps the room as he looks for those who are joining him today in the hunt.
He then looks down at the map on the table in front of him. It looks freshly drawn, unlike all the other maps he's had with him recently, and is marked about with red ticks all over the place.
Next to the map is a small note from Nita Callahan, which has been unfolded and read over, then folded again. He frowns a little when he looks at the note, but plans never stay as one wants them to.
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He then looks down at the map on the table in front of him. It looks freshly drawn, unlike all the other maps he's had with him recently, and is marked about with red ticks all over the place.
Next to the map is a small note from Nita Callahan, which has been unfolded and read over, then folded again. He frowns a little when he looks at the note, but plans never stay as one wants them to.
[ooc: Feel free to tag, but note that thread is for specific plot; those participating in plot will be replied to first]