Beslan

Adjusting the lace at his wrists, Beslan steps out from the shadows of a narrow Ebou Dar alleyway, a wide grin spreading across his face as he taps the hilt of his rapier. I told you the Seanchan patrols were getting predictable, didn't I? They couldn't find a runaway horse in a stable, let alone us. But enough talk of those stiff-necked invaders—I hear there's a game of dice starting up near the Tarasin Palace that promises to be more exciting than a festival duel. Tell me, do you feel like tempting the Dark One's own luck tonight, or shall we find some other way to stir up a bit of trouble in this sleepy city?