Yet more mysteries...

[Bob T Dwarf]

Way back in "The Great Hunt", we have the DF kaffeklatch, wherein we meet Bors/Carridin and learn of nefarious doings afoot.

 

In the course of that exposition, Bors notes many of the people present and makes his own deductions about who they are. Have we learned anything since then that will identify any of those DF?

 

A good quarter of them, he estimated, had not bothered with disguise beyond the black masks. Their clothes told much. A woman standing before a gold-and-crimson wall hanging, speaking softly to a figure - impossible to say whether it was man or woman - cloaked and hooded in gray. She had obviously chosen the spot because the colors of the tapestry set off her garb. Doubly foolish to draw attention to herself, for her scarlet dress, cut low in the bodice to show too much flesh and high at the hem to display golden slippers, marked her from Illian, and a woman of wealth, perhaps even of noble blood.

Do we have any idea who she might be?

Not far beyond the Illianer, another woman stood, alone and admirably silent. With a swans neck and lustrous black hair falling in waves below her waist, she kept her back to the stone wall, observing everything. No nervousness there, only serene self-possession. Very admirable, that, but her coppery skin and her creamy high-necked gown - leaving nothing but her hands uncovered, yet clinging and only just barely opaque, so that it hinted at everything and revealed nothing - marked her just as clearly of the first blood of Arad Doman. And, unless the man who called himself Bors missed his guess entirely, the wide golden bracelet on her left wrist bore her House symbols. They would be for her own Housel no Domani bloodborn would bend her stiff pride enough to wear the sigils of another House. Worse than foolishness.

Any guesses here?

A man in a high-collared, sky-blue Shienaran coat passed him with a wary, head-to-toe glance through the eyeholes of his mask. The man's carriage named him soldier; the set of his shoulders, the way his gaze never rested in one place for long, and the way his hand seemed ready to dart for a sword that was not there all proclaimed it. The Shienaran wasted little time on the man who called himself Bors; stooped shoulders and a bent back held no threat.

How about this one? Ingtar, or somebody else?

Even a Tinker, in bright green breeches and a virulent yellow coat.

????

The disguised ones were no better, many of them, cloaked and shrouded as they were. He caught sight under the edge of one dark robe, of the silver-worked boots of a High Lord of Tear, and under another a glimpse of golden lion-head spurs, worn only by high officers in the Andoran Queen's Guards. A slender fellow - slender even in a floor-dragging black robe and anonymous gray cloak caught with a plain silver pin - watched from the shadows of his deep cowl. He could be anyone, from anywhere...except for the six-pointed star tatooed on the web between thumb and forefinger of his right hand. One of the Sea Folk then, and a look at his left hand would show the marks of his clan and line. The man who called himself Bors did not bother to try.

What about this bunch?

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, fixing on a woman enveloped in black till nothing showed but her fingers. On her right hand rested a gold ring in the shape of a serpent eating its own tail. Aes Sedai, or at least a woman trained in Tar Valon by Aes Sedai. None else would wear that ring. Either way made no difference to him. He looked away before she could notice his watching, and almost immediately he spotted another woman swathed from head-to-toe in black and wearing a Great Serpent ring. The two witches gave no sign that they knew each other...

One of these is almost certainly Alviarin, but who is the other?

[algspkr]

Way back in "The Great Hunt", we have the DF kaffeklatch, wherein we meet Bors/Carridin and learn of nefarious doings afoot.

 

In the course of that exposition, Bors notes many of the people present and makes his own deductions about who they are. Have we learned anything since then that will identify any of those DF?

 

A good quarter of them, he estimated, had not bothered with disguise beyond the black masks. Their clothes told much. A woman standing before a gold-and-crimson wall hanging, speaking softly to a figure - impossible to say whether it was man or woman - cloaked and hooded in gray. She had obviously chosen the spot because the colors of the tapestry set off her garb. Doubly foolish to draw attention to herself, for her scarlet dresss, cut low in the bodice to show too much flesh and high at the hem to display golden slippers, marked her from Illian, and a woman of wealth, perhaps even of noble blood.

Do we have any idea who she might be?

I don't think we have met any Illianer Ladies.

Not far beyond the Illianer, another woman stood, alone and admirably silent. With a swans neck and lustrous black hair falling in waves below her waist, she kept her back to the stone wall, observing everything. No nervousness there, only serene self-possession. Very admirable, that, but her coppery skin and her creamy high-necked gown - leaving nothing but her hands uncovered, yet clinging and only just barely opaque, so that it hinted at everything and revealed nothing - marked her just as clearly of the first blood of Arad Doman. And, unless the man who called himself Bors missed his guess entirely, the wide golden bracelet on her left wrist bore her House symbols. They would be for her own Housel no Domani bloodborn would bend her stiff pride enough to wear the sigils of another House. Worse than foolishness.

Any guesses here?

Ditto for Arad Doman.

A man in a high-collared, sky-blue Shienaran coat passed him with a wary, head-to-toe glance through the eyeholes of his mask. The man's carriage named him soldier; the set of his shoulders, the way his gaze never rested in one place for long, and the way his hand seemed ready to dart for a sword that was not there all proclaimed it. The Shienaran wasted little time on the man who called himself Bors; stooped shoulders and a bent back held no threat.

How about this one? Ingtar, or somebody else?

I would guess Ingtar like you, or prehaps one of the other Shienaran darkfriends we saw in TGH, almost certainly dead in anycase.

Even a Tinker, in bright green breeches and a virulent yellow coat.

????

I'm with you there, though for awhile I thought it might be Aram.

The disguised ones were no better, many of them, cloaked and shrouded as they were. He caught sight under the edge of one dark robe, of the silver-worked boots of a High Lord of Tear, and under another a glimpse of golden lion-head spurs, worn only by high officers in the Andoran Queen's Guards. A slender fellow - slender even in a floor-dragging black robe and anonymous gray cloak caught with a plain silver pin - watched from the shadows of his deep cowl. He could be anyone, from anywhere...except for the six-pointed star tatooed on the web between thumb and forefinger of his right hand. One of the Sea Folk then, and a look at his left hand would show the marks of his clan and line. The man who called himself Bors did not bother to try.

What about this bunch?

The High Lord is probably Weiremon. The slender fellow may be Elayne's "resucer" sorry I don't remember his name, and that is a wilder guess than any of my others. The Queen's gaurd may have been the guy Mat killed in Tear in TDR. I have no idea about the Sea Folk.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, fixing on a woman enveloped in black till nothing showed but her fingers. On her right hand rested a gold ring in the shape of a serpent eating its own tail. Aes Sedai, or at least a woman trained in Tar Valon by Aes Sedai. None else would wear that ring. Either way made no difference to him. He looked away before she could notice his watching, and almost immediately he spotted another woman swathed from head-to-toe in black and wearing a Great Serpent ring. The two witches gave no sign that they knew each other...

One of these is almost certainly Alviarin, but who is the other?

Liandrin is the only other person at that get together we can put a name to. When she met Carridin in Tanchice, SR I think, she mentions the party, and as when Moghedian took over the group of black sisters they said they were awaiting orders from the Tower, so you are probably right with Alviarin.

[Guest Majsju]

RJ has confirmed that Ingtar was present at the meeting, though he didn't say whether or not we actually saw him.

 

As for the rest, seems most like just showing that there are indeed darkfriends everywhere.

 

Considering how many darkfriends there are, the chance ot Bors seeing the relatively few we have met and gotten to know well enough to learn their names is pretty small.

[Bob T Dwarf]

I kinda agree.

 

Was just wondering if anybody had noticed a similarity of description for any background characters we haven't seen much of. There have been a couple of large gatherings. One where Rand had a runin with Fain, and one where Egwene met that bunch of nobles, and the meeting where Ituralde got the contending factions to back his move against the Seanchan. Lots of strange faces at all of those gatherings. Since I couldn't recall any descriptions that matched those Bors notes, I was just wondering if anyone else had.

[Kaznen]

I agree that the High Lord is Weiremon. He has thrown the wrench in Rand's efforts to many times. Rand thinks he's a moron, but in PoD we see him taking to one of the DF AS and see he isn't.

 

Also in PoD the Seanchan soldiers that got to Rand came from the ridge that Weiremon was guarding.