There was silence in the forest, of a sort.  No noises associated with people.  Mehrin knew the lay of the land well enough where he was.  Granted, no one could tell exactly where he was, except in the stretch of land between Tarabon and Arad Doman.  A week of walking at a good clip would see Mehrin at Toman Head, where the Seanchan had landed what seemed an eternity ago.  Life had been simple then.   Mehrin had sought the refuge of this forsaken place to think.  He was alone again, and he ha