A deep rumble echoed throughout the cavern as once solid rock walls began collapsing in great heaps of stone. Aemon had seen Gangorn fall, and the wound he had taken. Perhaps the Aes Sedai could Heal him, if they were given the time, and had he strength, but it was not likely to happen as long as they remained in the cave.

A dim ball of light floated over Rocar Sedai's hand, illuminating the passage somewhat, but casting shadows that danced and flickered from place to place on the walls.

Time to test your memory. It had been wuite a walk from where he had used the last of the sandstone, and the Andoran prayed he had the series of twists and turns firmly in his mind.

"If we can leave the caves, the Trollocs probably won't follow. They'd have Aes Sedai and Gaidin on them within minutes, this close to Tar Valon." The rock must've shielded them from Jan's senses. Or perhaps the Dreadlord.

"Do you remember the way?" asked Serian, tense frown on his face.

"Let's hope so."

Aemon took the first step, motioning the others to follow. The Darkhounds could track them in these tunnels. Easily.

The passageway the Trollocs had used met the one the companions were standing in at a juncture, of that Aemon was sure, but which? Raising his sword, Aemon peered ahead, walking into the darkness. An hours travel would bring them to the surface. He hoped...



The author of this roleplay was Aemon al'Teralas.