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[not_only_wisdom]

And it isn't that Nynaeve is hesitant as she steps through the House of Arch painting

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[flame_and_void]

His wine cup momentarily hides his face as he watches Nynaeve over it. However, his face is emotionless when he sets it down and stands.

"You've everything, then?"

[not_only_wisdom]

"What I can carry, yes."

Her face is very carefully expressionless, as well, even if she can't manage 'serene'.

"Are--oh. Bar, paper, please?"

Bar obliged, and Nynaeve scrawls a hasty note for Moiraine.

Moiraine,

The woolheaded sheepherder is meeting with the Seanchean. I've gone to keep him from getting himself killed.

She pauses, here, and the pen leaves a rather large inkblot on the page.

Keep Lan distracted while I'm gone. He--

Well. You know very well how he gets.

Light keep you both safe,

--Nynaeve ti al'Meara Mandragoran

The note disappears, and Nynaeve tosses her braid over her shoulder, looking up at Rand.

"That's that taken care of, then. Shall we go?"

[flame_and_void]

Curiosity picks at Rand, but he doesn't try to read as Nynaeve writes. As she looks up at him, he nods.

"We shall. I figure that a Gateway is the most surefire way of getting both of us back. If being ta'avern works in my favor for once..."

He doesn't finish the sentance. Instead, he embraces saidin, the sweet sickly feeling flooding through him, and a glow appearing about his body. He weaves quickly, before Nynaeve can really get a close look at him, and a Gateway opens in the middle of the bar. Little but a murky gray can be seen beyond it.

"It always looks like that from this side," he murmurs.

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve eyes the Gateway askance.

"Mightn't it be best to try the door, first? I--"

She tilts her chin up.

"It can't hurt, can it?"