the just isn't to take away from the importance of their job tonight. the pleroma who'd come together to try to save vaeka desperately need to know more about what they're walking into. where kind of measures are there to keep her locked away, how many people (including fellow aions) are they up against, and what capabilities to they have? this isn't the only attempt at reconnaissance, but every single one of them matter.
strictly speaking, rand doesn't need his father's sword for this. but he's glad to have it close at hand nonetheless, same as it has been since he found it again in this world. he's barely used it, but that's not the point. it's a piece of tam al'thor here with him, that survived attacks by fades and trollocs and the dark one himself. the dangers in horos are as big — bigger — than they were at home, and he's still shaken by the regent's address and the challenge they now face. but at least he has this.
he breathes out, looking sideways to abel. they're heading in the direction of the prison where vaeka's currently under guard, awaiting her execution. and so far the city is — normal isn't the word. if the populace had little liked the visits from a couple of openly kenoma aions (and eustace, rand now knows), they like having even more of them, and achamite soldiers, even less. but life still goes on in some measure, and seeing people go about ordinary errands feels somehow eerie. not that he has any idea how a populace might normally behave in this situation, or if that'd be any different. he doesn't know the last time there was a public execution in andor, if two rivers can even be called part of andor.
don't run with knives, kids! | closed to abel, later ft amos + gray
the just isn't to take away from the importance of their job tonight. the pleroma who'd come together to try to save vaeka desperately need to know more about what they're walking into. where kind of measures are there to keep her locked away, how many people (including fellow aions) are they up against, and what capabilities to they have? this isn't the only attempt at reconnaissance, but every single one of them matter.
strictly speaking, rand doesn't need his father's sword for this. but he's glad to have it close at hand nonetheless, same as it has been since he found it again in this world. he's barely used it, but that's not the point. it's a piece of tam al'thor here with him, that survived attacks by fades and trollocs and the dark one himself. the dangers in horos are as big — bigger — than they were at home, and he's still shaken by the regent's address and the challenge they now face. but at least he has this.
he breathes out, looking sideways to abel. they're heading in the direction of the prison where vaeka's currently under guard, awaiting her execution. and so far the city is — normal isn't the word. if the populace had little liked the visits from a couple of openly kenoma aions (and eustace, rand now knows), they like having even more of them, and achamite soldiers, even less. but life still goes on in some measure, and seeing people go about ordinary errands feels somehow eerie. not that he has any idea how a populace might normally behave in this situation, or if that'd be any different. he doesn't know the last time there was a public execution in andor, if two rivers can even be called part of andor.
quietly, ] Do you think we really can stop it?