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  1. *Five Weeks Ago* "Very good," Mehrin said with a smile. "That shadow over there means that there's low ground in that area. A clever enemy could hide a company there to make your life interesting. The Aiel could hide a bloody army in that, but they're... unique." For a moment, a small smile crossed Eb's face, breaking through the dark granite scowl that was her usual expression. It was the smile that accompanied each success in the little game that Mehrin had been playing with her in order to ease the tedious miles that passed under their feet. He would pose tactical questions, and she would try to find the answer. It passed the time, and Mehrin hoped that she would be able to take the lessons to heart. For all of Eb's strengths, Mehrin knew that she was not a battlefield commander. She would likely never command armies. However, knowing little things that would allow her to read a battlefield could do nothing but help her... not to mention anybody with her. Since they had left Whitebridge Mehrin had posed several such questions to her, and he had come to look forward to that triumphant smile. Like every other smile, though, it quickly retreated, leaving only the ever-present scowl in its wake. Mehrin did his best to hide the irritation and disappointment that always came when that smile vanished. That smile had become one of the few things that Mehrin looked forward during their walk. Its brief appearance completely changed the woman from walking rage into... something else. He was not sure exactly what that something else was, but it made the long walk almost pleasant. Pushing back the broad brim of his hat, Mehrin took some time to survey their surroundings again. They had been walking down a road that barely deserved the title for the past couple days, and Mehrin had been watching for a specific set of features in the terrain ever since they had chosen this route. And if his eyes were reading their path correctly, they were about to appear around the next bend. Ten more minutes of walking proved Mehrin's instincts correct. The path crossed a shallow stream nearly six paces wide over a mossy bridge that was probably much more sturdy than it looked. Short brush lined both banks, but upstream in the distance was a dark line that Mehrin immediately knew was a forest. And if he remembered the map correctly, it was a large one. Perfect. "Scenario," Mehrin said, taking the tone that he used when offering Eb yet another one of his tests. "You are on the run from an enemy with unknown resources and numbers. This enemy has managed to track you down at least twice. In response, you have done your best to get away from all major population centers. You have been walking down some goat trail doing its best to pretend that it is a road for four days, encountering nobody. To the south, fields that quickly give way to rocky hills. To the north, a forest. A stream flows from one to the other. What do you do?" It was only a couple steps from the question to the bridge, and Mehrin didn't give Eb the chance to answer. "You go to ground. There may be caves in hills to the south, but you are revealed whenever you are out. The forest is the better option for hiding." Shooting a grin at his stone-faced companion, Mehrin stepped off the bridge and dropped into the stream. Mehrin knew immediately that he had made a mistake. The stream was deeper than he had thought, and the cold water had quickly soaked through his breeches. He could feel it soaking into his smallclothes and creeping up the fabric towards less pleasant locations. Forcing a less-than-convincing grin, Mehrin said, "Come on in, the water's..." The grin slipped as the creeping water reached its unfortunate destination. "... cold. The water's very cold. Shockingly cold, in fact." Doing his best to hide the wincing discomfort, Mehrin turned north and started wading towards the forest. There was a brief moment where Mehrin was not certain that Eb would choose to follow him, but a splash from behind him dispelled that concern. If there had been any doubt of the source of the splash, the sudden outburst of profanity was enough to confirm what he knew was the case. With a chipper voice that was nowhere near how he was feeling at the moment, Mehrin called back, "Be careful with those supplies, especially the flour. That forest is going to be home for the next few weeks." The cursing continued for a moment before being suddenly choked off and replaced with a surprised, "WEEKS?!" Mehrin sighed. This was going to be fun... *One Week Ago* Taking a handful of the dough that he had been working with for the past fifteen minutes, Mehrin reached into the pot hanging over the embers of their campfire and slapped the handful against the inside of the pot. He held the dough in place for a few seconds before pulling his hand out of the sweltering heat. Mehrin had learned several tricks since leaving the Band, and he had decided that cooking had been the most important of those tricks. The trick of making bread in a cook pot over a fire had been picked up during a run as a caravan guard to the Borderlands, and in the following months he had perfected the technique. Once the flat breads were cooked they would last a fair amount of time. Mehrin would not have to do this again for almost a week. The camp that he and Eb had set up was on top of a rise in the forest that provided a clear view of all available approaches. A wide canvas covered the entire top of the rise. A tent was set up beneath the canvas to offer more protection from the elements. Water was available nearby in the form of a spring-fed pond. Most importantly, they were completely alone. During their first few days he and Eb had scouted the area for a couple days in all directions, and all they had found was forest. It was almost unimaginable that anybody would stumble across them. Mehrin checked the bread once to make sure that things were baking properly, then started cutting firewood again. The same concern that had made him add the canvas over their campsite had him cutting more wood to feed their fire. There was something in the air that made him think that the weather was going to turn, and having dry wood would be crucial if his instincts were correct. A loud grunt drew Mehrin's attention away from the firewood. Eb was going through one of her exercise routines, her body a blur as she attacked and defended against an invisible enemy. Mehrin took a moment to watch her. Every motion was a study in control, every step and swing a combination of force and conserved energy. There was a grace to her motions, a sense of beauty that only a warrior could see. He found himself smiling. With a shake of his head, Mehrin turned his attention back to the firewood. Isolation had given Mehrin time to think about Eb's repeated insistence that he start living. Looking back over the past several years had forced Mehrin to confront a truth about himself: he never let go of anything. It had always taken the equivalent of a mountain of obviousness falling on his head to make him see the rut that he always seemed to find himself trapped in, and Eb's angry outburst by the river was forcing Mehrin to acknowledge that he was once again clinging to his past. Ana was gone. Anya was gone. The Band was gone. Drea... Drea was gone. Renalie... No. He was not going to add her to the list, no matter what. Everything that he had ever known and cared for may have been gone, but he would be damned if he would give up on that one spark. Mehrin's eyes once again drifted back to Eb as she continued her exercises. Slowly his attention drifted from the critical appreciation of her ability to the grace of her motions, the way her body moved and shifted from moment to moment. She had a beauty that was unique to her, Mehrin admitted to himself. Not that he was likely to say anything; Eb would probably cut his eyes out if she guessed that he even thought something like that. Still... A rumble of thunder filled the air, driving Mehrin back to his firewood. It was going to rain, and they would need dry wood tomorrow. *Now* Something had to die. Seriously. It had been raining for one solid week. The firewood was running low, the ground outside their shelter was waterlogged, and it was cold. Mehrin had not worn a shirt or breeches for the past five days, choosing instead to wrap them in canvas and tuck them into his bag in the tent. Instead, he sat in his smallclothes and held his greatcoat closed around him, his hat down across his brow. The rain pattered a steady staccato on the canvas over their camp, a pool forming in the center. Mehrin had emptied that pool several times in order to fill their canteens and water skins. More rain was spraying off the top of his hat. Mehrin could feel his muscles stiffening from the chill, so he did what he had done every time it had happened before: he started training. Shedding his coat and hat, Mehrin stepped out into the rain, his boots sinking into the mud in the cleared area where he and Eb did their exercises. Cold rain stung his skin as he hefted his sword, giving it a quick twirl in his hands. The cold was sinking into him, causing his frustration and anger to burn even hotter. A warmth that did not help to actually warm him. With a snarl, Mehrin began attacking the air around him, willing his muscles to fill him with heat while the rain tried to sap the warmth out of him.
  2. "I know it's not common practice to stop for a couple of well-armed people, captain. I really appreciate your help." The captain of the ship Firefly nodded, then held out his rough hand. "Gratitude is all well and good, but I do be needing payment. You did say that you were able to pay." Mehrin nodded back, then withdrew two gold crowns, Andoran weight, from a pocket. Placing them in the captain's hand, Mehrin replied, "That should cover the ride." Reaching into a different pocket, he then withdrew a further three crowns. "And that should cover any added expenses we may have created." The captain's face remained expressionless, despite the coins. Mehrin knew that it was far more than the journey and food had been worth, but he could afford to be generous. The ship needed several repairs, and what he had paid the man would go a long way towards making them. I can afford to be kind. Of course you can. You have to assuage your conscious somehow, don't you? Shut up. Mehrin also knew that he was taking a large risk by paying so much. Anybody who had seen him pay the man would consider the fact that there was probably more in his possession. Mehrin was not worried about the crew of the ship; they had seen him and Eb exercising and sparring together on the deck. He doubted that any of them had a desire to end up wishing that they were dead. With practiced ease, Mehrin slung his travel sack over his shoulder and climbed the gangway up to the docks, Eb following behind. Once again on land and amongst people, Mehrin could feel his perception shifting, his eyes slightly unfocusing in order to take in as much peripheral vision as he took in direct vision. Immediately, two men in an alley drew his attention. One was fingering a knife, and the other looked as if he had a small club. Normally, he would have ignored a threat as miniscule as the two would offer, but Mehrin felt a need to vent some pent-up frustration. Stopping in his tracks, Mehrin turned to fully face the two, causing them to start upright from the walls where they had been leaning. With an exaggerated stretch he allowed his coat to open, revealing the bullwhip and knife at his belt. When he was sure that they had seen the weapons, he smiled coldly and tipped his hat in their direction, then turned on his heel and walked up the street towards the inns. "That was foolish, I know," he said to Eb, "but I feel better for it. Nothing like a good threat to calm the nerves." Stretching again, he fell into step next to her as they proceeded up the street. "We should find an inn for the night. I could use a bed that doesn't rock. Besides, it-" A flicker of motion in the corner of his eye caused Mehrin's head to snap around. Taking in the full detail of the alley and buildings next to it, Mehrin saw nothing of interest. There was a clothesline hanging in the alley, and the clothes were moving in the breeze. Nothing to worry about. "Anyway," Mehrin continued, "we can ask around, find out why the Whitecloaks are interested in me. I should probably not be the one asking the questions, though. Might lead to certain awkward conclusions." Something started gnawing at the back of Mehrin's mind, something that worried him. In a low voice he added, "Take care. There's something wrong." Glancing into the next alley, Mehrin saw another clothesline, and the worry suddenly dawned on him. The clothes hung still; there was no breeze. Eying the clothesline carefully, Mehrin muttered, "We're being watched." OOC: Go ahead and bring us to the inn. Noting weirdness is a good thing.
  3. The Manetherendrelle- or the River Arinelle, depending on the person asked- came into view, and Mehrin breathed a sigh of relief. The past couple days of hard walking had been tense, leaving little time for conversation beyond warnings and directions. The river, though, provided a respite. If they had made it this far without being caught by the Children, then they were likely safe for the time being. It would not be too difficult to flag down a ship heading either towards Whitebridge or Illian. Either destination would put them out of reach of the Whitecloaks for some time, hopefully enough to lose himself- Ourselves, Mehrin corrected- to the Whitecloaks completely. An unspoken signal between him and Eb brought the two to a halt. Without hesitation, Mehrin dropped his coat and sword and dug into his bag, searching for a change of clothes. He had just spent several days walking day and night, with only a couple hours of respite between stretches of walking, to get to this point. Part of that time had been spent walking waist-deep in a creek to get to this point. He needed a change of clothes, and modesty was beyond him. As he pulled clothes out of the bag and began changing, he glanced at Eb. *Thanks for pulling me out of the camp," Mehrin said, the first real sentence between the two since their escape. Pulling his shirt over his head, Mehrin stretched, feeling the tension in the mass of scars all over his body. He took a moment to splash cool water from the river on his body before pulling a new shirt over his torso and discarding his trousers. "I know they're in here somewhere," he growled, digging through his bag. He shoved aside a purse full of full Andoran crowns- one of many- and pulled out a balled pair of trousers with a cry of triumph. Feeling human again, Mehrin looked at Eb, his face suddenly growing serious. "Now, then," he grunted. "What the hell are you doing here?"
  4. "May you live in interesting times." -Curse attributed to Ancient China After careful consideration, Mehrin had decided that boredom was wasted on the boring. He had been walking for quite some time without the company of anybody but his own mind- not always a pleasant traveling companion- and he had had plenty of time to reflect on it. A soldier's life was made up of long stretches of boredom interjected with flashing moments of excitement, and Mehrin had come to treasure each long minute of boredom, often spent sitting around a fire with the few friends that he had and sharing a bottle. Excitement, though, managed to remain in the memories of those at the fire; every moment of excitement brought with it empty spaces around the fire. You think too much, Mehrin thought as he returned his attention to the empty road around him. In the long time that he had been making his way along the southwestern border of Andor there had been very few people on the road. A farmer hauling his latest produce was the most exciting thing that he had seen in the past week. Still, instinct that had been ingrained into Mehrin through years of combat and survival told him that all was not well. He was rather certain that he was being followed. The feeling had begun a few weeks previously, but whoever or whatever was behind him was sharp enough to catch the little surprises that he had been leaving to flush them out, and every attempt at ambush had been met with no success. However, during that time, the follower had made no attempts to harm Mehrin, which led him to believe that whoever or whatever was following him was not interested in attempting to rob him. Just as well. If the follower- if it even existed- felt like leaving him to his own devices then Mehrin was fine with it following along. Whatever was following him made no attempts to harm him, but it did not help him in the three bandit ambushes that had come up along the way. The first had been two former mercenaries, judging by their tattered uniforms, and they had put up a good fight; it had taken Mehrin almost twenty seconds to cut the two down. The second was an amateur with a warped crossbow. Luck had been with Mehrin that day, and the crossbow broke in half. The brigand had escaped with a broken and bruised face. The third had been interesting. Three men had leaped out from behind a rock. Two charged without hesitation, but the third had turned white and stammered out, "C-c-c-commander Deathwatch!" The two charging men heard him, and the charge turned into a full rout; Mehrin assumed the man who had spoken was a deserter. Sound in the distance behind him made Mehrin return to the present. The clop-clop of horses- several horses- had come to his ears, and Mehrin stepped to the side of the road to allow the horsemen clear passage. Riding into vision was a long line of men in blinding white cloaks. Interesting, Mehrin thought as the group- somewhere around one hundred, if Mehrin's quick count was correct- rode past him. Many of them eyed Mehrin, and Mehrin eyed right back at them. He had no quarrel with the Children of the Light; he had fought alongside them at Bandar Eban against the Seanchan, and he had even helped broker something of a peace treaty between them and the Band of the Red Hand shortly before they began construction of the Citadel. It was ancient history to most, but it provided Mehrin with some comfort; maybe he would not have to sleep so lightly tonight. Maybe the follower would decide to leave him alone, too.
  5. Day twenty was not starting out very well. Mehrin had gotten used to the massive headaches that accompanied his alcohol withdrawal, but today's was much worse than usual; Mehrn felt as if his head was going to explode. And then there were the sounds. When he wasn't hearing every sound around him amplified tenfold, it was... screaming. That hadn't been the worst of it, either. When he had woken up, Mehrin had attempted to stab the man standing over him with the knife that he kept under his pillow, but stopped when he realized that he was stabbing at empty air. It was now two hours later, and the hallucinations had only been getting more realistic. Mehrin was only half-aware of the little man giving his report, the rest of his attention focused on the miniature battle taking place on his desk. "Ummm... sir?" The man's hesitant speech snapped Mehrin back to reality. "Are you okay?" Mehrin blinked dizzily. The room seemed to be doing a slow spin around him. And it was picking up speed. Standing unsteadily, Mehrin staggered to the door. The officer on duty looked at him strangely, wondering just what was going on, but Mehrin didn't pay any more attention to him than he would have paid a fly. Need to get back to my room. This ain't going to be good...
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