<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ardan Taliesin<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Gaidin<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>Aleana Sedai<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Aleana<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>From the petitioner's foyer to the kitchen.<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ardan Taliesin had completed his Valdar training, all that he had left to do was to be tested but he had no clue when that would happen or what the test was. Not only that, but he was beginning to think that there was a sister of the yellow that seemed intent on bonding him before he had completed. During the last errand run in Tar Valon, she had touched the topic subtly, testing his interest in being bonded. Ardan had played innocent, missing completely that it could be an offer to bond at least in appearance. Truth was, he wished to keep his options opened.<br/><br/>Standing in the petitioner's foyer, all he was missing to look like a warder was the color-shifting cloak. He had the stillness, the focus and the self-confidence oozing out of him. All that moved were his black eye, or at least that's what it looked like. Ardan believed what his nose was telling him. Most people here had their own scent that would allow him to track them down. Some people had a more distinct scent: the scent of blood, of violence done, of pain and suffering. It stank but Ardan found the source and follow them with his eyes. If they were here to cause violence, he would stop them or die trying. If they were here because they suffered the violence, it was out of his hands.<br/><br/>One such man, a tall lanky man dressed like a lord with silver embroidery up his slashed Cairhienin coat, slipped into an unguarded door: the door that the Valdar had left unguarded exactly for that purpose. The man was up to no good, and Ardan wanted to give him a rope just long enough to hang himself with. With a nod to another guard who would now also guard his door, Valdar Taliesin slipped into the tower behind the stinking man. He knew his scent and would be able to track him no matter the amount of twists and turns.<br/><br/>The tracking brought him to the dining room, where the oblivious lord made a devious smile before entering the dining room. With a quick scan of the mostly empty room, Ardan noticed the Aes Sedai, the Accepted and the Novices who lingered so late after the third sitting of the evening meal. They were few, but his eyes stopped abruptly to a beautiful silhouette, clad in a dress that would have the women's circle in any small Andoran village go in an uproar about how improper it was. The woman was gorgeous, and Ardan suspected that she knew as much. They had traveled together some time ago, before she became keeper, and he remember that part of the journey fondly. Right now, though, her life was in danger.<br/><br/>Ardan took a few long strides, and two tables away from the keeper, he grabbed the wrist wielding a knife, twisted it high behind the wannabe assassin's arm, put a strong, hard hand behind the man's neck and slammed him without restraint against the surface of a clean table behind the keeper. "This is where your venture into the tower stop, though you might get to see the basement, darkfriend." Ardan said softly.<br/><br/>"Your security is lax. If I made it here, others will make it." He replied, snide.<br/><br/>"You went so far, because you were allowed to. I had to know what your kind seeks in order to protect them better." Ardan said, keeping the man's face pressed against the table. He had not slammed the man's face into the table hard enough to knock anything out, but he would certainly have a bruise on his cheek bone and possibly on the side of his jaw.</div>