ur Heroes Set Off…
… From the village that had been their whole world for most of their lives, led from safety into danger by an Aes Sedai and her warder with nothing but the clothes on their backs and what few gifts and traveling supplies their friends and families could spare.
The group set out at mid-morning on the day of Beltane and road hard all day for Taren Ferry, a village built at a crossing point of the river Taren. They arrived at the village as night was falling and took rooms at a local inn, The Dog and Pony.
Even after such a rapid flight it seemed that news had preceded the group and they had barely laid down to sleep in the inns hey loft when darkfriends attacked the inn and forces a further flight across the river, Berek, Rodrick and Lan pulling the ferry whilst Moiraine wove a concealing fog to hide them from prying eyes or hidden archers. Once the ferry reached the far bank, Berek wrecked the chain gear with a blow of his hammer and the party rode with haste for the walled town of Baerlon, avoiding inns and sleeping rough, stopping in villages only briefly to by supplies.
After six days of hard travel they group arrived in Baerlon. They were amazed at the size of the buildings and the crowds of people, having never known a place bigger than Taren Ferry before. As they approached the gates, Moiraine advised them that they should refer to her as ‘Mistress Alyss’ and should not mention Aes Sedai whilst in the town. The reason for this swiftly becoming apparent as a group of Children of the Light came into view further down the street, the crowd carefully making way for them as they strode through the town.
‘Mistress Alyss’ took them to an inn called the Pigeon where she was clearly well known and respected, taking rooms for the group and ordering food and drink as she explained a little more of what she knew or suspected of the reasons for the Dark Ones interest in the group. She told them of her suspicions that Rodrick, Berek and Jonah were Ta’veren, souls that warped the Pattern around them for a greater purpose. And told them that four such souls being born in the same village at the same time could only mean they were destined for something terrible or great. Either way, the best and safest place for them was Tar Valon, under the guard and study of the White Tower.
Moiraine gave the group a few gold marks each and sent them out to buy what supplies they needed whilst she talked with Soren, the innkeeper who was a long term agent of hers, taking careful note of local news and events and passing it on to her whenever possible. Whilst out on their expedition, the group met someone they had not expected, Padan Fain, the peddler who often traded in the villages of the two rivers. As soon as he saw them he took flight and had to be chased down. He tried to excuse himself that he had mistaken them for some rather unsavory characters he knew in Baerlon but was unconvincing and they took him back to the Pigeon for ‘a drink and a chat’. Under close questioning, Fain confessed to having been waylaid by trollocs on his way to Emonds Field and questioned about the people he knew their by a Myrdraal. He pleaded for mercy, saying no mere merchant would hold out under such questioning and the group agreed to let him go, after lending him a clean pair of trousers.
The group split up to digest this news, Berek going to the bar, Rodrick asking Lan to teach him to use the sword he carried and the rest sitting quietly in the private room Moiraine had rented, contemplating what they had learned that day. They did not have long to themselves, however, before their was a crass of armored gauntlets on wood as a whitecloak captain demanded entrance, whilst his troops surrounded the inn with a ring of torches…