<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f3/Gleeman.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Quinton Fallhen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11769495#msg11769495)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Gleenman, Blue Ajah Agent<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Aleana<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 5, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Blue Cat Inn<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Quinton had only been back in Tar Valon for a few hours. He'd gotten passage on a boat heading up stream to Aringill, and traded boats there for one heading straight to Tar Valon, after a few nights stay in the the port city. It wasn't the hardest route, and his fare had been cheap. A Gleeman was a welcome passenger on most riverboats, after all, and more welcome in any Inn. But still, the scent of river travel was on him, sweat and fish and other less pleasant things. So he'd given notice to one of the Blue Ajah agents he knew, a longshoreman at the port. Aleana (Quinton never doubted it would be the Keeper of the Chronicles. He was that kind of person.) would be some time, so he found the Blue Cat, patted a Barmaid who gave him a smile on the rear, and got a small room in the back, for the normal arrangement. The festival meant rooms were hard to find, but a Gleeman was worth it, as any good Innkeeper knew.<br/><br/>By the time Aleana showed, Quinton was in the main room, his Lute out and a smile on his face as his fingers picked out the rythmn. Mid day was time for bright songs, for dances and happiness. The flute was for when his voice needed a chance to rest, tales for when his fingers did. He was considering what song to play, when her movement caught his eyes. Quinton's smile got a bit wider, but he gave no other reaction, other then choosing his song.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen it is my duty<br/>To inform you of one beauty<br/>Though I'd ask of you a favour<br/>Not to seek her for a while<br/>Though I own she is a creature<br/>Of character and feature<br/>No words can paint the picture<br/>Of the queen of Tar Valon"<br/><br/>Quinton was pretty sure Aleana would know what the songs message was. He enjoyed flirting with the Aes Sedai, and otherwise refusing to treat them with the deference or fear they expected. He may have been employed by the ladies of the White Tower, but Quinton still enjoyed prodding them from time to time. He continued with the song, and one more before pausing, signalling the Barkeep.<br/><br/>"Thank you ladies and gentleman! But for now, Allie has declared me far to thin, and liable to blow away with a stiff breeze, and I never gainsay a pretty lady."<br/><br/>He winked and gave a bow to Allie, one of the barmaids, a bit chubby but still cute.<br/><br/>"I'll return once she's had a chance to fatten me up a little!"<br/><br/>He gave the crowd a huge wink, laughter, and one very blushing barmaid in his wake as he got his tray from the Barman and headed down the hallway... actually circling Aleana's room to ensure he wasn't being followed before he entered, pausing in the hallway for the sound of footsteps. Satisfied, he entered, setting down the lute case, and giving the Keeper a deep bow as he took his seat. He cut off a piece of the bread with one of his dirks, the weapon appearing in his hand in a seemingly magical movement (though only seemingly, Quinton having explained that to a Red once). It vanished with a similar movement, Quinton knowing that the Aes Sedai found such tricks annoying generally.<br/><br/>"How have you been, my dear blue friend? Missing me terribly, I'm certain, but other then that."