His feet weary with travel, he trudges through the Deep Woods. His hood drawn up close around his face, no one would recognize the man as he stepped out into the streets of the small village. He heard the triumphant cry of the people as their lord returned, riding down on horseback toward a tavern of some kind. He smiles under his hood, keeping it pulled close around his face. His quiver of arrows bounces against his back and his bow is clutched tightly in his hands. Many would probably think of him as a Ranger, for they all carried bows and arrows such as he did now. But what many of the people could not see are hidden knives in his boots and a sword against his hip. The black leather vest he wore is slightly revealing on the top, going down to expose his collarbone in a deep V way. The vest only had short sleeves on it, so there is no reason to try and place on forearm sheaths for his knives. He wore loose black trousers and black boots, both great for travelling. 

He follows the procession to the center of town, where the man gave a grand speech. He leans stays in the back of the crowd, watching the man as he dismounts and heads into the nearest tavern. He raises an eyebrow, looking toward the small bar. [i]Strange choice, m’lady, strange choice indeed.[/i] He walks over to the tavern, pausing just outside the door for a few moments. He sees the known Priestess Denemika of the Bellady nation coming toward the tavern. He decides at this moment to turn inside and walk in. 

The tavern is loud on the inside, customers yelling for more ale and the swish of skirts of the barmaids as they rush to deliver. His eyes scan the room, noticing creeps and thugs everywhere. But they noticed him of course. He is most out of place here for how he carries himself. They would know now that he is not a Ranger, but rather Blayze Corvana, the knight of the Queen herself. He walks slowly between the tables, his eyes scanning the room. Across the room he hears, “[b]Now. Who are you and why are you actually interested in helping us?[/b]” He smiles carefully under his hood and heads toward the sound. He would recognize that young voice anywhere. As he approaches the bar, he hears the Queen’s good soft voice speaking to the lord of the town. 

He approaches them quietly and stands quietly next to her. “Your sister has grown quite confident and strong in my absence, milady,” Blayze murmurs to her, not looking at her directly. “Though I must say that she seems to be slightly pushy.” He smiles down at the Queen and says, “I have returned, my Queen. Though it seems to be ahead of a few of the people I have sent.” He drops his hood back away from his face and nods to the lord sitting next to his Queen. He notices that the Queen has changed in his absence. Her hair is shorter now and she has tanned a little more. Some hard feelings come up in his throat and he swallows them immediately, averting his eyes as a good knight would. Forgetting his manners, he falls to one knee in front of her. He stays there until she releases him. "Has Rand arrived yet?"