<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/>The woman said something softly to herself after listening to Beneth's weak explanation for his interest in wolves, likely not intending on him being able to really hear her. That was impossible with his hearing though, and he raised an eyebrow at her words. Before he could ask what she was talking about though, he found himself being lightly pulled by his chin in such a way that forced him to meet the eyes of his conversation partner. He flinched in surprise but didn't pull away, as he found himself too stunned by this bold move to really react. She spoke again in a louder tone of voice, and Beneth looked at her in bemusement as he tried to figure out if he was in trouble or not.<br/><br/>"I d-don't...I haven't..." he tried to say, unable to really formulate words at first in the wake of this turn of events. Did this woman actually know what was happening to him? And how could she know such a thing after only just meeting him? Was she one of the witches that the White Cloaks despised so? It was certain that she was studying him now with those deep blue eyes of hers, and he had to struggle not to shy away from her stare. "What do you mean? W-What do you know?" he finally managed to ask. He had no way of knowing if this was some kind of trap or not, but if there was a chance at all that she could help him, he felt like he had to take it.<br/><br/>"Beneth. My name's Beneth Farsheron" he said, once the woman had introduced herself. The accent sounded Andoran, so she was likely the closest thing to a local he'd find in Tar Valon. "...um...are you an...an Aes Sedai, Nasha?"