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[radiantwinged1]

[ A more poetic man would call the sounds of normal forest life song enough, but after Duke left Tarqaron, managing to keep a limp from his gait, a song of a less natural sort led him to an odd blastia upon the ground. He had not intended to do more than pick it up to see why it still worked, but he found himself standing in a hall.

His expression

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[timetotossdice]

[Mat had tossed a couple of those dice in his pockets to decide where to go, and had found Duke standing in an archway.]

Do you know where this bloody place is?

[His hat is pulled low over his left eye, and he's leaning on his ashandarei.]

[radiantwinged1]

. . . . No. [ Duke doesn't so much as twitch as his bruised lip splits again, and before he stares back at the hall, he'll study that ashandarei for a long moment, then blankly ignore. ]

[timetotossdice]

[Mat blinks.]

You're a man? I thought you were just a bloody grey-haired Aes Sedai!

[He leans forward and frowns at Duke, still leaning on the ashandarei.]

...Are you an Asha'man?

[Introductions, what are they?]

I'm Mat, you?

[radiantwinged1]

Your words are unfamiliar to me. [ Absolutely no reaction to the accusation he was a woman. ]

... Duke.