Nathan saw the door today, and he headed home shortly after that. Able to take of things. But that was before he headed down to Texas in person.

And everything went to hellSometime later, after they got his brother breathing again, and he was able to make arrangements to transfer him to Mount Sinai in New York for treatment. After the stressful ( Read more... )

Something different is with Rand as he walks down into the bar from his room. He's never been visibly armed before.

Tonight, there is a blade strapped to his hip, peaceknotted with a red silk cloth and white silk cord.

He sits unobtrusovely at the bar and flags down the bartender of the evening with his uninjured hand.

Down the stairs he comes, into the common room of the bar, and straight to the bar he goes, passing a bewildered looking fellow as he does. Sitting down, he eyes the surly looking fellow, and reserves making any comment that he'd been about to.

He flags down the bartender with his left hand, then winces, lowering the stump and using his right

Valerie's pulling her hair back as she comes downstairs and slips behind the Bar to write her name up.

Your server is: Valerie

Tying her apron on, she heads out among the tables. Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.

[OOM: Rand ponders what's next]The front door opens, and in walks a blank-faced Rand. He's standing straight enough, and looks to be carrying his normal mannerisims, eyes flitting about the area in looking for any sort of threatening oddity. But for some reason, his left hand is in a coat pocket. Exhaling in a bit of relief, he turns and motions ( Read more... )

And it isn't that Nynaeve is hesitant as she steps through the House of Arch painting ( Read more... )

The wheel weaves as the wheel wills, or so goes the saying. And as the wheel turns, the pattern spins, weaving and changing with each passing moment. And sometimes, the pattern shifts in a way that brings stray threads back together again ( Read more... )

Rand carries a book under-arm as he walks down into the bar, looking around the usual crowd.

He spies Moiraine, and makes for her table, intent in his stride.

The day before, she had received some difficult news. Then, earlier tonight, something had happened that had disturbed her even within the confines of her shielded study ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )