Listening and watching as the conversation continued – well, it was really more the Aes Sedai bullying the older Cairhienin into obedience - she tried to search the faces for any kind of clue, but was generally unsuccessful with the channellers. Where Tia Sedai’s expression seemed non-descript friendly, similar, she hoped, to what she herself was now portraying, an open-minded young woman, Gretchen Sedai showed a face of determination, a woman with a purpose. Apparently, that purpose had to do with the Devalaine’s stables which were burned down. It was the first time Nyaine had heard that.
“Obviously, I have a name, Aes Sedai. I am Nyaine, first daughter of House Lintelle”, she replied with a mixture of indignation and irritation as the group of now four women set into motion. She certainly wasn’t used to having to introduce herself. Could it be that they didn’t even know her House? Of course, that wasn’t out of the question. Neither of them were Cairhienin after all, but she had always assumed Aes Sedai would be if not all-knowing at least very close to it. This evening turned out to hold quite a few surprises and was unexpectedly not dull at all. She wasn’t sure whether to hope for more of the kind, though.
Leaving the great hall and a number of interested gazes and stares behind, the group left the building through the rear exit. Even from this distance, the rubble of the former stables was still clearly visible despite the fading light.
“More than just a simple fire”, she said to no one in particular and curiously glanced at the ruins, “it must have taken quite some time to put this out. I wonder what happened.”