Kayloha peers in the window of the Gholam Inn. She is glad to find the place pretty quiet and slips in, taking a seat at a table near the fire. She slides the hood of her dark cloak back but doesn't take it off. Kayloha fiddles with the ties on her cloak as she waits for her tea, eventually sighing and removing the burdensome thing. She can't help but wonder if maybe the idea of a quiet inn was better than the experience of it. She only sighs and sips her tea. Time passes, and no one comes. Kayloha pays for her tea and gets up, donning her cloak to leave, irritated at the silence for once rather than soothed by it.

Jelsa tel'Amarant smiles at the woman as he enters the inn after a strenuous day at the Tower. "I see you," he says in a friendly voice, seemingly at odds with his daunting black coat.

Kayloha smiles at the man's friendliness, though as they pass she has to tip her head back alarmingly to maintain eye contact, "Good evening."

Jelsa glances around the inn and is astonished to find it deserted. "A quiet night for the Gholam Inn.... Care to join me for a drink, so that I'm not the only person in here? I'll treat." He hoped that she didn't take this for forwardness; he was merely trying to avoid being the only person here.

Kayloha turns her head to look over her shoulder at him and pauses with her hand on the doorknob.

Catthou bursts in with more vigor than ever before. Not only is he coming here for his regular purpose, he is infuriated and hopes to find Ralyse. It's this anger that causes him to apply more pressure to the door than necessary.

Kayloha takes the full weight of both the door and the ox behind it directly to the shoulder and the left side of her head. She is knocked backwards and rolls, coming to her feet before thinking about it and sways dizzily. She blinks a few times before her eyes roll back in her head and she drops in a heap.

Jelsa jumps when the door strikes the woman he'd just been speaking to. He saw the door hit her head and expected for her to pass out; it was a surprise when she came to her feet. Lunging forward, he caught her before her unconscious body hit the floor. "What where you thinking?" Jelsa demands of the person behind the door, not looking up from his inspection of the injured woman.

Catthou glares at Jelsa and stands over them. Luckily there is no need to Delve - it's pretty obvious what happened. Catthou sighs - he just has no luck with Kayloha. Last time a bruise, this time he knocks her unconscious, and likely next time he would just kill her. By accident, of course. Catthou's voice echoes through the Void, coming out solid and deep. "Back away from her, Dedicated. I will take care of this."

Jelsa glares up at the face of the man he'd come to despise over the last few months, a man for whom he could muster no respect in his heart. "Very well, Asha'man Damodred," Jelsa replies coldly, standing up and ordering himself a brandy at the bar.

Kayloha whimpers but otherwise makes no sound or movement.

Catthou falls to his knees next to Kayloha, cradling her head in his hands. He lowers his mouth to her ear and whispers, "Sorry about that." Unlike Aes Sedai, Catthou carries no inhibitions with his limited Healing, and he sends a bolt of ice-cold energy running through her. That should wake her up.

Kayloha sits bolt upright as every nerve in her body is flooded with winter.

Catthou smiles as he wraps his arms around Kay to keep her from falling over again. He finishes his weavings by emanating slight fire from points around Kayloha to heat her up again. "At least you're alive," he offers.

Kayloha flinches as she feels arms close around her, and looks around wildly. She relaxes a bit at the sound of a trusted voice and the feeling of warmth. "What...? The door..." she mumbles to herself trying to piece memories together.

Jelsa accepts his brandy with a smile and takes a deep drink. He wants to ignore Catthou Damodred as effectively as possible, and alcohol always helps.

"It's ok," Catthou speaks quietly, not wanting to alarm her. "Just some oaf barging into the inn."

Kayloha blinks a few times, certain it will all be clear if she just tries hard enough. After a moment she gives up, and really hears what Catthou said. Some oaf. "Again?" She whispers forlornly, then smiles at him. "You really have to watch where you are going."

Catthou grins broadly. "Or maybe you should just give in and not try to leave just as I arrive. It's probably a sign from the Creator that we should spend time together."

Kayloha beams at him, then blushes when she realizes how broadly she's smiling. Realizing they're on the floor still nearly in reach of the door she starts to stand up, "Well, I wouldn't want to defy the will of the Creator."

Catthou aids her in standing, helping her over to a very close table. "Shall I fetch us drinks?"

"That - " Kayloha presses her hand to the side of her head as it throbs and the world reels. "On second thought...I think I should lie down for a while." She sways a little as she tries to stand back up.

Jelsa sighs into his drink, listening to the pathetic attempts of Catthou Damodred to attract the interest of that woman he'd hit with the door. It is truly sad.

Catthou rushes to keep her in her seat, hands firmly on her shoulders. "We could take you upstairs. I'm sure there's a free room - there always is. Just... Don't move yet, ok?" Catthou eyes her solidly. It wouldn't do to have her getting up and rolling her way into the street to die in an alley.

Kayloha nods and wishes she hadn't; instead of standing she rests her forehead on the edge of the table. At least someone was looking out for her. It was a nice feeling. Not at all like the dull ache in her skull.

Jelsa turns around in his seat to look at Catthou Damodred with disgust. He would take advantage of a concussed woman so, to try and dupe her into a room.

Ralyse enters the inn, smirking slightly, looking more like her old self than she has in months. Her book bag is noticeably absent as she strides across the Inn with confidence.

Jelsa stands up as he notes the Aes Sedai's approach. With a small bow, he greets her, "I see you, Ralyse Sedai. How are you today?"

Ralyse grins, "Why, Jelsa, I'm splendid this evening! How are you?"

Jelsa smiles at her, "Fairly well. I'd be better if not for that disgusting display." He nods toward Catthou and the woman. "After striking her with the door, causing her to lose consciousness, all he seems focused on is convincing her to spend time with him, and now getting her into a room."

Catthou hears footsteps as he approaches the bar, ordering and paying for a room, a very cold glass of water, and, after a though, a glass of oosquai. The glasses are delivered with speed and Catthou seizes Saidin to carry them over to Kayloha. He truly attempts to ignore Jelsa and Ralyse, but loses it completely. A Saidin whip hurls the glass of ice-water at Jelsa's head with unnatural speed. For Ralyse, he only spares a spiteful glare,

Jelsa senses Catthou channeling, and seizes the One Power, which he'd been poised to grab since the Asha'man first came into the inn. He throws up a wall of Air to block the glass from hitting Ralyse or himself.

Ralyse glances at Catthou then back to Jelsa "Someone's testy tonight."

"He can't help it, Aes Sedai," Jelsa said with to Ralyse. "When you have that much wool in your head, your brain can't get enough air."

Ralyse laughs and speaks a little louder than strictly necessary "You'd think he was having trouble finding a woman to share his bed."

Levitating the oosquai back to Kay, Catthou suppresses the rage inside him. They would never understand. "Drink this," he commands Kay. "It'll take away the pain."

Kayloha picks up her head and blinks at the floating glass. She dutifully takes a sip, startled by the slow burn. Hearing Jelsa's loud comment she turns to glare at him and wishes she hadn't moved her head. She takes another sip.

Vasilii was in slightly better shape than he was last night. Training today had been lighter, and he had had a chance to go back to the barracks to change before making his way here. As he approached the door, he spied a cloaked figure enter before him. Following the person in he immediately rethinks coming. There was Damodred, hovering over an obviously dazed Kayloha. And opposite them, at the bar, are Ralyse Sedai and Jelsa. Vasilii thinks, if nothing else, this would be an interesting night. He decides that of the two he watched argue the last night away, he would rather spend tonight with Ralyse Sedai of all people. Making his way towards her, he salutes, fist to heart, "Good Evening, Ralyse Sedai, and you Jelsa."

Catthou whispers, "I'll be back in just a second." He approaches Jelsa, ignoring Ralyse and Bandar all together. "Dedicated, when I have seen that this girl will recover, you are to return to the Black Tower and be ready at the Training Grounds. Don't expect sleep tonight." He works his way back to Kay, with a glare and a "Cloaked figures have no place in Tar Valon," to the cloaked one.

Jelsa smiles conspiratorially at Ralyse Sedai before continuing, "I know what you mean. But then, if you look at him evaluatingly, he isn't much of a prize to be had, I certainly wouldn't recommend him to my sister. Perhaps dazed is the only way he can get one, even if he has to whack them to get them that way first." He stops when Catthou approaches and nods casually at the man's words.

Kayloha works her way through the glass of...whatever wondering how setting her insides on fire was supposed to help.

Ralyse frowns at Jelsa, her eyes still laughing. "Surely it's not a good idea to speak ill of your superior, Dedicated."

Kayloha glares at the people at the bar whose voices swim and pound at her ears. She's pretty sure that she's right to be angry at what they're saying

Catthou returns to Kayloha, eyeing her with worry. He always fretted too much. "Can you stand?"

Jelsa frowns at Catthou's back. "Ralyse Sedai, he is the last person I would consider my superior if not for his rank. I detest the man, though I will obey his orders, but he is dishonorable and of small character. Sorry if I overstep my bounds, but it is the truth as best as I can report it."

Kayloha takes one more sip of the liquid fire; it's not empty but it's all she can stand. "I can walk up the stairs," she nods slowly, carefully, and stands up. The ground seems ever so far away but it's not rushing at her so Kay takes it as a good sign.

Vasilii growled as he gathered the facts from Ralyse Sedai and Jelsa's conversation, "First Ilyana, and now Kayloha. One can hardly expect people to respect the pin on your collar, if you act like a lecher when wearing one."

Ralyse folds her arms and turns to give Catthou and long look up and down. "I’m sure that somewhere inside he’s just a terrified little boy, desperate for the affection his mother withheld from him."

Jelsa shakes his head and takes another drink of brandy. "If you say so, Ralyse Sedai."

Kayloha focuses on the stairs and tunes everything else out; it reminds her oddly of fighting, this slow shuffling and resisting the urge to empty her stomach.

Catthou wraps bonds of air around Vasilii's hands and feet, tying them off in such a complex manner that it would take Jelsa quite some time to get them undone. He chooses the wisest option of keeping his mouth shut and aiding Kayloha to the stairs, making sure she doesn't fall. "Can you still feel anything?"

Ralyse arches an eyebrow "Are you sure you're alright with her, Asha'man?" she calls out. "Would you like some assistance? perhaps an instruction manual?"

"Perhaps you should start running now, Ralyse." They reach the stairs, and Catthou speaks quietly to Kayloha. "Can you make it alright?"

Ralyse laughs. "Or what? Are you threatening me, Catthy?"

Kayloha hears Catthou like he's leagues away and shouting, though she knows he's nearby. The steps disappear one by one beneath her boots, "I can still...no. Not really. Except the tingle. And the ache. I'll be fine, thank you."

Vasilii was busy watching to make sure Kayloha was indeed alright to be standing. When he felt pressure on his wrists and ankles. Giving experimental tugs, he finds he is caught in place by an invisible force. "Curse you Damodred, release me!" he spits.

Jelsa casually moves to stand next to Ralyse, glancing at the weave that held Vasilii and deciding that that would have to wait until after the Asha'man was gone. He looked up at Catthou curiously, as if merely wondering what he was thinking, and not of how he could most easily disable the Asha'man.

Catthou ignores Vasilii more - it's quite a talent to ignore someone as in-the-way as him - and helps Kay to the top of the stairs, only calling back once to Ralyse, "I did it before, didn't I?" He gestures Kayloha to the first door on the right.

Ralyse snorts, her voice back to a normal volume. "It's really adorable that he thinks he can just attack me, isn't it?" 'It's really adorable that she thinks she can just treat me like a child!' Catthou thinks with a scowl, Ralyse's voice easily drifting up the stairs.

Vasilii struggled in his binds. "Yes, very adorable... Jelsa, would you mind doing something about these blasted bonds?"

Jelsa sighs, "It makes it very clear to me just why inter-Tower relations aren't the best that they could be. Pity, really, that he'd behave in such a way, forgetting that we're all on the same side here."

Kayloha smiles at Catthou and kisses him on the cheek, "Thank you, but try not to do it again. It's loud down there...be careful; I can't help you like..." She trails off and blinks, then grins again and totters through the door to flop on the bed, leaving the door open.

Jelsa looks down at Vasilii and sets about untying the weave. "It isn't too bad a knot, Vasilii. This shouldn't take more than ten or fifteen minutes. Just relax."

Catthou closes the door slowly behind Kayloha once she's down. That oosquai can do a lot. He turns around and leans back against the wood, facing out into the hallway with a deep sigh. He’ll need every last breath if he is going to make it through the night without killing somebody.

Ralyse rolls her eyes "It makes me crazy when people abuse their talents like that. Honestly."

Jelsa sets his face resolutely, "I'll be stronger in the Power than him, soon. I'll work for that. I mean to set him in his place one day."

Ralyse snorts loudly. "Men. Seriously, more channeling ability does not make women think you're better endowed, y’know?"

Jelsa blinks, "No, this has nothing to do with that. I'm just disgusted by the man, and what he does. I want to force him to act in accordance with the mores of proper society, rather than behaving like a bloody fool with a license to misbehave."

"Proper society?" Catthou asks, coming back down the stairs. "You come from a wasteland, Aiel." Catthou stands at the bottom of the stairs, calm glare flitting between the remaining people.

"Prejudice is a very unattractive quality, darling!" Ralyse calls out.

Jelsa grins at Catthou like the savage that the man must think his people were, "The Aiel live by a strict code of honor, Treekiller, something that you and the rest of the Oathbreakers have no concept of."

Vasilii scowls at Catthou "Every society this side of the Spine could you use a lesson from the Aiel. One of their children has more honor than you."

"My people have lived and died by our honor, and we will continue to do so long after the Last Battle. Ji'e'toh is what we are, honor and obligation, in case you aren't as versed in the Old Tongue as nobles claim to be."

Catthou sighs and shakes his head slowly. "Dedicated, I suspect you are ready to leave." Turning to Vasilii, "Bandar... I believe you are ready to go back to your Tower." And lastly to Ralyse, "Just... stay there."

Ralyse lights up, "Are you going to have your way with me on the bar?"

Catthou quirks an eyebrow at Ralyse with a grin. He would quite have his way, although definitely not in the way she thought.

Ralyse grins right back at him.

Jelsa gives a satisfied nod as he finishes unraveling the knot that held Vasilii. It wasn't quite so bad as it first appeared, and came apart quite easily once he pulled a few key threads.

Vasilii lurches a step when the bonds suddenly disappear. Rubbing his wrists, "Thanks," he stands, glaring at Damodred.

Ignoring Vasilii's dagger eyes, Catthou addresses the Black Coated man. "Dedicated, I believe we have a training sessions shortly. So why don't you go prepare?"

"Why don't we just save the time and dispense with it here?" Jelsa dares. Catthou growls under his breath. "It is not your place to question me, Dedicated."

"And it's not YOUR place to bully him to make yourself feel bigger." Jelsa steps forward to look down at the Asha'man, "And why should I obey a man who lacks the character to deserve or rightly manage his rank?" "I earned this pin, Dedicated, and from your insubordination, you may never." Catthou also takes a step forward.

Jelsa places his hand on the axe in the sling on his hip, "Even as a renegade and outcast of the Black Tower, I would have more dignity than you do now. You fail to show even half of the character of the worst Shaido."

Vasilii takes a step back as Jelsa rests his hand on his axe head. He very much doubts that any fighting here tonight will be done with steel.

"Tell him, Jelsa!" Ralyse encourages.

Catthou amplifies his voice with Saidin, a booming "Silence, Ralyse!" echoing through the inn. A sound of breaking glass comes from the kitchen and the barkeep disappears.

Jelsa continues, "If not for the fact that your continued existence might be serving the Car'a'carn, I would kill you where you stand. You disgust and revile me, Catthou Damodred. You sink to petty tricks on Novices of the Tower to get your kicks, and lord what power was given to you over those who have not yet attained it, trying to, in some way, supplement your lacking nature with an image."

How many times had it been that night that Catthou had chosen to ignore a comment in order to keep from losing it and killing everybody? Too many. "Jelsa, you would not have the chance of being a renegade. Do you forget what happens to traitors of the Black Tower?" An angry, cruel twist of a smile crosses Catthou's lips.

Ralyse crosses her arms beneath her breasts. Fine, let the egomaniac men destroy each other. She embraces Saidar anyway, despite the fruitlessness of it.

Jelsa stops as Catthou's words sink in, he knew full and well what the man referred to: the Traitor's Tree. It wasn't worth dying, just yet, not when he could achieve so much more. "Very well. I will leave you now."

Catthou nods, following a step behind Jelsa towards the door. "Wait for me outside. I won't be long." He turns back to glare at Vasilii and Ralyse.

Ralyse snorts "Does it make you feel like a man to bully him, Catthy? Pathetic."

Catthou grasps at the True Source, filling himself with as much Power as he can. It isn't necessary by any means, but she was just so... out of line! He shook with the fury of trying to contain it. "You're out of your league, Ralyse -Sedai-. It is not your place to insult Asha'man, and I assure you that you will pay."

Ralyse glares "I don't insult Asha'man. I insult YOU."

Alexandra walked towards the inn with a couple of books in her arms, her dark blue skirts swishing around her legs. As she grew closer to her destination, she noticed a somewhat familiar face next to the door. His name was Jelsa, wasn't it? Yes, she never forgot a name. She nodded to him.

Jelsa gives a small bow to the Sister, "Good evening, Aes Sedai. I'd be mindful if you mean to go into the Inn. Not that I doubt your ability to handle it, but be aware that an imbecile of an Asha'man is on the tear and is quite liable to lash out at whatever strikes his fancy at the moment. He's not the brightest of men, and I doubt that he'd notice the fact that such an act would be detrimental to Tower relations."

Vasilii takes several more steps back. This was quickly escalating beyond where it had the previous night, and the Light only knows what they were cooking up that he couldn't see.

Alexandra stopped and frowned at him. "What Asha'man would this be?" She had never heard a Dedicated talk so about any Asha'man, but then she'd never heard of Jelsa saying anything too far from the truth either.

"Catthou Damodred, Sister. Any other, and I'd have a little respect for him."

"I AM an Asha'man!" Catthou yelled at the top of his lungs. His glare became more, something of pure hate. "That's one step too far!"

"What are you going to do, kill me?!"

"Catthou..." Alexandra's eyes widened ever so slightly before she turned back to the door and burst in. She hadn't been able to get in touch with him since... Wait. When had he been raised? She stopped just inside the door at his shout. "Catthou!"

Jelsa steps behind the Aes Sedai and holds the door open. He was obeying, staying outside of the inn, but he meant to watch this.

Vasilii turns to see who has just burst into the Inn at the worst time possible. It was a woman, an Aes Sedai. He thought he recognized her in passing. Jelsa stood outside the door, behind her.

Catthou takes one step back, next to the door, and is startled out of his boots when Alexandra steps it. She was the one he had been coming here all these times to meet. But they likely would never meet again if this continued down the path it was going. Then she would be his now or never. The weave comes with ease, practice leading to mastery. Intricate flows of spirit entwine and loop in upon each other. The Extra Bit is the easiest, and ironically the most powerful. Catthou is upon Alexandra in an instant, a kiss on her lips, a weave on her mind.

Jelsa, for one, has no problems recognizing the weave for what it is. Disgust wrenches his stomach as the Asha'man descends upon the Blue Sister.

Alexandra stiffens in shock at first. Then her eyes close, her books falling to the floor as she shivers. But her books aren't what her mind is focused on. In truth, she isn't really focused on anything except the emotions running through her. Nothing exists for her except the kiss. It overtakes her, shoving everything else to the side as if it were the only thing of any importance in the world.

The silence around the room becomes almost eerie, all yelling gone in an instant.

Ralyse's eyebrows rise as high as they can go and she nearly gapes.

Vasilii's jaw drops. From screaming at Ralyse Sedai to kissing this stranger, events had taken quite a turn.

"Did you have permission to do that, Catthou Damodred?" Jelsa asks quietly, not sure if he wants to speak loudly enough to receive an answer.

Ralyse eyes Jelsa curiously. "To do what, Jelsa?" Surely he couldn't be talking about just a kiss.

Jelsa doesn't take his eyes off of the pair as he replies, "Asha'man Damodred just bonded Alexandra Sedai, unless I'm very much mistaken."

Vasilii's eyes bulge and his jaw drops again.

Ralyse and Vasilii cry out in unison, "HE DID WHAT?!"

Ralyse's voice raises, "Get away from her right now!"

Catthou withdraws from Alexandra a step, hoping for Salvation that he wove it right. It still felt like it was settling in on him, but she was there. Oh yes, she was right there in the back of his head, a twist of curiosity and confusion. His hackles rise with the exchange of words, and he weaves a shield to cut off Jelsa from the True Source. "Alex," he decides to test, gesturing a hand to Ralyse and Vasilii eagerly. "Defend me!" His voice is shaky with concern it didn't work, even though he feels that it did.

Jelsa sees the shield coming and draws as deeply as he can on Saidin, weaving a flow of Spirit to slice the weave before it reaches him.

Alexandra has trouble fully comprehending what is going on even though Jelsa's words ring through her ears. She finds herself embracing the Source, because she seems to want to, and she weaves Air to bind Vasilii and Ralyse as she uses Spirit to shield the other Aes Sedai.

"Keep them from me!" He screams to Alex, drawing his blade and advancing the short distance to Jelsa. His shielding weave drops once it is cut by Jelsa's, but Catthou summons all he could of Air, attacking in a thousand tiny needles across Jelsa's body.

Vasilii is waiting to see what Ralyse Sedai and Jelsa do before trying anything foolish, when he feels those all too-familiar bonds around his body. Struggling against them, he shakes violently, sick and tired of being taken out of every fight with the Power.

Ralyse struggles against the weaves, screaming for Tane through her bond despite knowing it won't do any good.

"What you just did is a crime, Catthou Damodred. A serious one. You will be answerable to both the M'Hael and the Amyrlin, and I can't imagine either being terribly pleased with you." Jelsa recognizes the attack that Damodred is sending his way, and he takes a step back, throwing up a wall of Air to deflect as much of it as he can, though it fails to stop all of it. Wincing with the pain, he forms an axe of Air and chops at the Asha'man's calves, hoping to disable him.

Alexandra can't stop what she is doing. She had been ordered by Catthou to do it. Ordered! It finally starts to really sink in what he had done to her, and she wants to cry. It would only take one hand to count the number of times she had cried since after her brother had died. That makes it even more upsetting when she feels the pressure in her sinuses and the wetness pooling up in her eyes.

Catthou sends out a wave of Spirit, easily touching the defense and attack of Jelsa. The weave is designed to place things firmly in a grid in relation to Saidin's reach. He knew the exact place to strike. He weaves two fireballs and one bolt of lightning into the sky, the fireballs aiming to Jelsa's sides and the lightning bolt coming straight for his back. Another, more raw weave severs the attack at his legs, while replicating it right back at Jelsa.

Jelsa puts up a wall of air to buffet the attack from the front and charges Catthou. The lightning hits the ground, missing Jelsa, the fireballs creating small craters in the road, damaging part of the wall of the inn. Burning wood shards go flying, and a few catch Jelsa in the side. He ignores the slight pain, aiming a kick for the back of the Asha'man's knee, while swinging a fist towards his lower abdomen.

Catthou finds Jelsa foolish not to counterattack with the One Power. He grabs the man's oncoming ankle with a cord of Air and whips it tightly back in the direction Jelsa is coming from in order to send him tumbling. With the other pieces of Saidin, Catthou weaves a Gateway - he hasn't a clue where he is anymore, but he knows precisely where he is going. "Now, Alex, through!"

Alexandra is forced to drop the weaves as she turns and dashes through the Gateway, the One Power still filling her.

Jelsa falls, slumped, on the floor and watches as Alexandra Sedai leaves through the Gateway. It would be useless, continuing to fight. All he would achieve would be to further the case for insubordination and treason for himself, and it would be better served to wait until he could simply tell what he knew to the right person. So he holds off, and watches angrily as the captured Aes Sedai goes through the Gateway and into whatever hell Damodred meant to contrive.

Vasilii jerks forward, half running and half falling towards the door. "DAMODRED!"

Catthou dashes through quickly after Alexandra, dropping to his knees and pushing away Saidin, breath forced and ragged. He had almost grabbed too much there; he had almost killed himself. Or worse, burnt out. But now, it is all over, and he is safe. Jelsa could not be strong enough to replicate the Gateway, to follow him through. Catthou's lips find a smile somewhere in his fear, and he can't help as a deep laugh rumbles from his throat.

Ralyse lurches to the ground and gets up as fast as she can, trying to run after them but falling to her knees when the Gateway closes. She takes a moment to catch her breath before turning to Jelsa. "Go to the Black Tower and get yourself an audience with Jak. Just you and him. Tell him what happened. Use my name if you must."

Jelsa stands up with a wince, noticing a small piece of wood sticking out of his side, not much, but enough to make him bleed a bit. "I understand, Ralyse Sedai. But wouldn't it be better if you came along? Surely a Sitter for the Brown Ajah, and the Tower Librarian could muster some respect by her presence."

Ralyse growls "I am only having you speak with him as a courtesy! I must find Jendaia, and Alexandra's sitter, as well..."

Jelsa nods, "Very well, I understand. I will go directly to his office upon returning to the Black Tower. Farewell, Sister, I wish you luck in saving Alexandra Sedai."

Ralyse glowers fiercely. "Make sure he knows that the White Tower will not tolerate this type of abuse and I, for one, expect to see his corpse if you hope to prevent a war."

"I'd be glad to see to that myself, Ralyse," Jelsa said, turning to leave. Plucking the wood shard from his side, he leaves the inn at a run, heading for the Traveling point as quickly as he can.

Vasilii, still angry at being rendered useless so easily, chimes in. "What about me, Ralyse Sedai? I want to help. I must help."

Ralyse doesn't look at Vasilii and she strides out. "Keep your mouth shut about this entire event."

Vasilii runs to the open door, "You can't expect me to do nothing!" he calls down the street to her.

Ralyse calls back, "I don't expect it! I demand it!" and then she's gone, sprinting towards the Tower.