Skelrisan was old and some days moved slower than others. That he was a ma?qui or that he had been around for ages didn?t matter, to him or anyone else. He was simply old and damnably ugly by the standards of many races. He was not tall or foreboding. His frame was wiry and resembling some kind of reptilian creature. Flesh was mottled and as brown as amber; it has once been smoother and his eyebrows and tufts of head hair black were now white and scarce. Two golden rings pierced his jowls, one to either side of his jaw.

At the ends of thin, brittle appearing hands curved downward into slender onyx talons that were at least three inches in length. Something in his gaze glinted at times when the light caught them to mutely speak that he might be dangerous when he needed to be.

But the books he carried and the monocle he wore over his left eye dulled that sharp impression immediately. He moved through the streets of Rhydin with very thin shoulders hunched forward and his robes and long vests flowing from the pace he kept.
He had heard about the Aes Sedai and it was finally time to pay her a visit. Many did not stay for too many years in Rhydin and few kept his attention long enough to hear beyond bravado and ridiculous behavior.
?Bulwark?s Cove,? Skelrisan said it out loud. The name meant as much as the word aegis did to him. Words meant a lot and he cherished tomes, scrolls, and stones for them. Two words and already they were telling him a story. Who named a place this without good reason for it? Why would one of the Blue Ajah be there and not a studious one of the Brown sect?

The scholar knew just enough to be left wondering more and more. He had questions and none were in the lands and close enough for him to ask. So he had left the great Rhydin Library to brave the uncouth streets at the midday hour.

It took a while longer to make the journey to the north-east coastline on foot. Traveling by horse was out of the question since he spooked the beasts and it wasn?t an occasion to pay for a cart or carriage to ferry him there.

When he arrived, he wandered from the ruins of one building to another. The heavy, globe that swung from his belt was captured by his gnarled, talon tipped hand. The claw on his thumb prodded a button at the side and the device opened up. Inside was a very elaborate timepiece.

A holographic image of the world of Rhydin popped up above the two halves of the timepiece. Below the transparent holographic world was time told in sand and water. He poked at the little world and brought up the time of day in several symbols on the area before the turning image of Rhydin. He huffed and shook his head. The hour was later than he expected or wanted it to be.

He didn't drop the globe that told him in the times in various places throughout the World of RhyDin. But he did slowly turn his head in such as way that foretold that he was not happy with her.

"Do you make a habit of not making much noise, Valucia Sedai?"

Ticking about in his thoughts was him wondering mutely if he had used her title properly, but by all word of mouth and pages read, he was certain he had. He witnessed its confirmation in the way the woman nearby neither dismissed it nor corrected him. Before he allowed her any such chance to reply to his question, he pressed onward and turned about fully so he could face her. The effort was slight on his part and robes dragged a bit on the ground. The sphere clamped shut with a metallic click then he tucked it away.

"I am Skelrisan of RhyDin, scholar and student both on my things and I am here to speak with you about a variety of things, important and mundane."

He allowed that much to sink in, only a few moment seconds and nodded his almost bald, reptillian like head her way and gestured from The Four Keeps to the direction of the Warders Hall, to the direction where her house was. "Do we do this outside or in?"