<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 (Soon)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Aleana<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>From the dining room to the basement<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/a<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ardan was like a big cat: his steps were graceful, fluid and predatory. As he held his prisoner, there was something else to the way he walked; a readiness to pounce on the man, should he manage to get out of his grip. As he had claimed, Ardan followed the Keeper to wherever she wished to take this darkfriend for questioning.  He had expected her to take the lead, but even though he remained focused on her safety, he was pleased that she would walk beside him. He felt almost flattered, but thought that there was a purpose for it rather than being a hint of an interest in him.<br/><br/>"I was on duty in the petitioner's foyer, Keeper. He was behaving suspiciously and caught my attention." Ardan glanced at her, knowing that the man that he held had caught more than just his eye; he was stinking like a rotten egg. For now, it answered her question. "I followed him to see what was his intent, and when that became clear, I stopped him." Clear, concise and without extraneous words, Ardan delivered his explanations in a military manner, a habit he had not shaken off since joining the Tower guards.<br/><br/> If they had been alone, he might have told her the truth. He believe he  could trust her not to put him in the hands of the Reds, who would no doubt think it has something to do with the One Power or with the Dark One. He certainly was no darkfriend, and he could not channel. Even if he could, he wouldn't. He trusted Aleana, thought that she might have done something to keep this conversation between them, but he couldn't be sure and wouldn't risk it. <br/><br/>They entered the chosen room and Ardan pushed the man in roughly. The darkfriend had been slowly losing its composure as the  trio went deeper and deeper into the tower. Now, the chair came in handy; Ardan was almost sure he could hear the man's knees knocking together.<br/><br/>"Sit." Ardan said, sharply.<br/><br/>"No." The darkfriend replied.<br/><br/>Once upon a time, Ardan would have sneered. Now, he remained as cold and calm as a frozen pond. The Tower training was paying off. Even if he did not visit violence upon the man exactly, Ardan certainly wouldn't be called gentle. He was being considerate toward the Aes Sedai more than toward the Assassin. He turned the man, Ardan's hand going from the scruff of his neck right to his throat, and he shoved the man backward so that he would have no choice but to sit.<br/><br/>"I will not talk, Witch." The darkfriend spit, and then threatened. "I'd rather call the Great Lord's attention on us."<br/><br/>"Careful what you say." Ardan warned as he tied  the man's arms and legs to the chair with thick leather straps. "What's your name?"<br/><br/>"Ishamael."  He replied all too hastily, and with an arrogant grin.<br/><br/>Ardan gave the man a flat, unimpressed stare and then turned to the Aes Sedai.  "He is all yours, Keeper." </div>