<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/BlueAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Aleana Schiller (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11575159#msg11575159)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Keeper of the Chronicles, Blue Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>None (As yet!)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Quinton<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 5, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Inn (Private Room)<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/>Leaning back in her chair as Quinton spoke about his trip, Aleana paid close attention to the words spoken and, as ever, those that weren’t.  Her tanned gaze remained steady as he ate and drank, something Aleana very rarely did outside of the Tower.  Even when she travelled, she took provisions from the kitchens as an added precaution.  Perhaps it was overly paranoid but, before she became the Keeper, there was plenty of reason not to trust what others served her.<br/><br/>Listening as he spoke of the Red Sister pretending to be Domani, a smirk flicked across her face.  Though she had done a great deal to remove herself from many of the Domani customs, one didn’t truly forget their heritage.  She could mask it and refrain from some of the more… obvious… traits of her people but she had been born and raised there.  “That had to have been an interesting sight.”  She mused, inwardly quite entertained.  “She must have been onto something if she were willing to go so far.”<br/><br/>Taking the papers offered, she nodded her head.  “Thank you.”  She said, honestly grateful for the new information.  While she did trust that he would have made any notes of unusual activity, she also knew he didn’t quite have all the information.  The signs she was seeking might not be readily visible to those that didn’t even know what they were seeking.  Though they could never admit it, even within the Tower, she and Raine had been seeking out the Black Ajah.  Whispered rumors, unusual activities and strange behavior had led her in the direction of dozens of Sisters and having Quinton looking into a few of them was just the start.<br/><br/>Wanting nothing more than to pour over the pages, she tucked them away carefully instead.  She still had business to attend to with Quinton.  She had no doubt that he would be one busy man if he was willing to accept her coin and take on the tasks she had in mind.  “Indeed.”  She answered about her keeping chronicles and meddling on behalf of the Tower.  They were both quite accurate descriptions of her days.  “It is far more, and far less, interesting than people might think.”  She added with a small smile.<br/><br/>Stifling the urge to roll her eyes at his next question, Aleana also understood.  While she had made it a point not to take Gaidin to her bed, others needn’t know that.  “Well, one must pass the time in some pleasurable way, yes?”  She asked, letting it seem as though she was playing around with the men of the Tower.  “Both Aes Sedai and Gaidin need the occasional tension relief.”<br/><br/>Leaning forward and resting her elbows on the wooden table, Aleana’s tanned eyes became serious, her body shifting subtly, something she often did to indicate that she was ready for actual business.  “As I mentioned, there has been an increased level of violence while the Faire was getting set up in Tar Valon.  I am… concerned… that these attacks are not as random as the city guard believes.”  She paused a moment, her brows knitting.  “While the Faire is in town, there will be plenty of Aes Sedai and Gaidin out and about, keeping an eye on the crowds.  Everyone’s attention will be focused there.”  She mentioned, knowing that he would understand.  “I need eyes elsewhere.  I need someone looking into everything<em>but</em>the Faire itself.”  Sitting straighter, she reached beneath the cloak and slid out a long, slim pouch.  Setting it on the table, she pushed it toward him but kept her hand over it for the time being.  Quinton had yet to agree to take on the task and she wasn’t willing to pass along the information inside until he had.  “Inside this pouch are locations that I would like you to discretely examine.”  She paused, “And, of course, coin for the efforts.”<br/><br/>Meeting his eyes, she sighed, “This could be dangerous and it could potentially put you at risk.  If you’re up for the challenge, we can meet again here tomorrow night.”  Though she didn’t actually know if he could get all of the information she was asking for in a singular night, she had other things in the works.  Other things that might well be of importance.  “Are you up for this, Quinton?”