<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Beneth Farsheron<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Refugee<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nasha al'Maena<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Library<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Beneth felt the metaphorical knife twist as Nasha so matter-of-factly confirmed that he was definitely no longer the same as he had once been, and looked down at the table as the frustration and helplessness he'd been staving off bore down on him oppressively. "If I'm not me anymore, then what in the name of the Light am I?" he muttered as he balled his hands into fists overtop of his knees beneath the table. It had been a question born of desperation without much hope for any real answer, but it seemed that the Aes Sedai may have had something more to tell him. But shortly after she began speaking about his strange affliction and it's apparent connection to ages long past, she paused to look around for any eavesdroppers.<br/><br/>Beneth would have been able to smell it if there was anyone else nearby, so he was about to say that they were alone. Just as he opened his mouth though...there was...something different. He was soon the one looking around; detecting a subtle change in the air that had him confused, he also quickly realized that he couldn't hear any sounds coming from the library anymore. Feeling unnerved by this sudden lack of sound after growing accustomed to being able to hear just about anything within a vast distance, he turned back to the Aes Sedai questioningly. She soon confirmed that it was her doing, and he blinked as he realized that stories about the women of the White Tower must have possessed more truth than he'd thought.<br/><br/>"Sorry. I didn't think I'd need a library card just to take a book off of the shelf." he said, keeping his voice low despite her assurances that he could speak normally now. She said that his name would be added to some books once they had left, and he took notice of the way she said the word 'we'. She already seemed to have plans in mind for him, and while he was still wary, he wasn't sure he was in a position to refuse her. He had come here looking for answers, and it seemed that she could provide them. He just hoped that they wouldn't be provided from the outside of a jail cell. "Do you really know what's happening to me?"