The place where her rooms stood on the second floor of the Red Dragon in was more than satisfactory to the Aes Sedai?s tastes with a window that faced out to the main street and belonging to the area she used for a sitting room and the bedroom had a window in the bedroom.
The adjoined rooms had one door and all ways in were warded heavily with weaves on each that had those without magic meeting impervious barriers and those with magic stung by its touch if more than a casual touch was attempt; for those of magic who continued with those effort, a burn of the seal of the Tower would be emblazoned on their hand or limb from the unwise attempts. Valucia has protect those walls, floors, ceilings and points of entry with further wards of magic, but it was nothing she mentioned to anyone else.
What documents, volumes, and more lay within were all protected against meager thievery and worse acts. She had started to wear down, to have spread herself thin with the constant protection of the area without others from the Tower. Until two days ago.
Two days ago, she had met with the gladiator. Less than a handful of times and yet trust was being cultivated and nurtured with Sadi Dahala. What he was had shocked her. He was similar to two others in the realm: one tainted, the other very much in control of what he was and could wield. It would seem Sadi was much the latter than the former. And for that, Valucia was grateful as well as relieved.
In these two, of Elan and Sadi, there might be found camaraderie in lands where even that ?spark? for a female Aes Sedai had yet to be discovered. But she had been told there was more to these infamous and endless lands of RhyDin. So the one of the Blue Ajah remained and started a foothold here in the town Proper.
While her Warder, Raytheon, was busy with matters of import of his own, she was sending out scouts for various reasons ? known and unknown. It was the way of most of Tar Valon?s Ajah to have eyes and ears where they were expected and not expected, to glean information or to even plant it when absolutely necessary.
The adjoined rooms had one door and all ways in were warded heavily with weaves on each that had those without magic meeting impervious barriers and those with magic stung by its touch if more than a casual touch was attempt; for those of magic who continued with those effort, a burn of the seal of the Tower would be emblazoned on their hand or limb from the unwise attempts. Valucia has protect those walls, floors, ceilings and points of entry with further wards of magic, but it was nothing she mentioned to anyone else.
What documents, volumes, and more lay within were all protected against meager thievery and worse acts. She had started to wear down, to have spread herself thin with the constant protection of the area without others from the Tower. Until two days ago.
Two days ago, she had met with the gladiator. Less than a handful of times and yet trust was being cultivated and nurtured with Sadi Dahala. What he was had shocked her. He was similar to two others in the realm: one tainted, the other very much in control of what he was and could wield. It would seem Sadi was much the latter than the former. And for that, Valucia was grateful as well as relieved.
In these two, of Elan and Sadi, there might be found camaraderie in lands where even that ?spark? for a female Aes Sedai had yet to be discovered. But she had been told there was more to these infamous and endless lands of RhyDin. So the one of the Blue Ajah remained and started a foothold here in the town Proper.
While her Warder, Raytheon, was busy with matters of import of his own, she was sending out scouts for various reasons ? known and unknown. It was the way of most of Tar Valon?s Ajah to have eyes and ears where they were expected and not expected, to glean information or to even plant it when absolutely necessary.