<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Rhoven Bryce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11565549#msg11565549)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Valdar, formerly Gaidin<br/><strong>Bonded To:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Theraeve, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Fair, with the Amyrlin's party<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Rhoven glanced at Theraeve as she approached, but quickly returned his attention to the crowd, nodding as she spoke to him quietly. "I'll do my job." He reassured her, then glanced at her again. "You look lovely." He commented, before looking back to the people milling past. Better to focus on the task at hand than on Theraeve and her dress. It was a potentially dangerous environment with so many people around, even in Tar Valon. Any threat would have to be dealt with quickly, and where the Amyrlin's safety was concerned, he was going to be focused more on speed and efficiency than on gathering information. There would not likely be any prisoners taken on his end. His hand rested with apparent casualness next to the hilt of his sword, but, he was ready to draw on anyone that looked like they could be a problem. It was a challenge, with so many sights and sounds and people around, distractions and movement in all directions.<br/><br/>Taking a slow breath, he fell back on his training, embracing what most people called "the void", letting him slip in to a state of stillness and focus. There. Much better. His gaze moved across the sea of faces that parted before him, and the rest of the gathering. A man reaching in to his coat near the wall - For a knife? No, a pipe. A woman in an upper floor window holding - Not a crossbow, just a mixing bowl. Some people tried to approach, and those folk earned extra scrutiny, his gaze running over them for any sign of a weapon hidden in their clothes, any threat in their gaze or gait. There was little chance of an actual assassin among the crowd of course, but he still would have been happier with a dozen Warders to form a proper protective ring. He had been right earlier, it was going to be a long evening.<br/><br/>The woman with the baby, Rhoven watched carefully. There could just as easily have been a weapon wrapped up in those blankets, but, not the case, it seemed. So, he did shift back a little closer to the Amyrlin herself now that she was apparently done her private conversation, and they were getting in to the crowds where people would be tempted to approach.