If other Edmon Fielders were there, they would have told him that nothing comes from getting in the affairs of Aes Sedai. That Mave had somehow bewitched him into leaving his home. His friends would have claimed he was as awkward as a sheared sheep around her. But once she thanked him and pressed her lips to his cheek, he suddenly realized all three might be true, but he wasn't entirely against the ideas. 

Light, he was going insane. Probably because he just killed a Darkspawn bear handed. 

"Where would we go?" He asked her, only knowing the city layout as well as 'huge palace on the left' and 'spire on the right.' Was Illian even safe enough to remain in, anymore? He could tell despite the authority Mave exuded, someone so young still couldn't betray the lack of surety on her face. Her towel bared form didn't help either. 

"We'll figure it out as we go, but we must go."

He didn't need to be told twice, and they fled the premises before the hour was out, Mave clothed and Ali with his staff as they entered the streets and took the first boat upon the canal that they could find. It wasn't as amorous as one might think, having just barely escaped death. But it was calming, and let them get their heads straight. 

They passed below bridges, both large and small, Human and Ogier-made. The latter looked as if they had grown stone organically to reach across the canal. He had never seen anything like it before, nor the vast man-made bridges. His eyes were glued to the architecture, and the buildings beyond. 

They passed the perfume quarter on the outskirts, smelling of hemp, pitch, and harbor mud, before sweeping inwards toward the large buildings. It was there that they docked, and Ali played the gentleman, helping Mave step off the longboat and onto the stonework for the benefit of the rowman. Then again, he recalled he played that role even when they weren't impressing upon someone.  

A gleeman played on the street corner, juggling four knives as he stood upon one foot while a dazzled crowd watched. Their hair shoulder length, some men with powerful shoulders. It surprised Ali to see outlanders as well, or who he guessed were outlanders. Some wore wide-brimmed hats while others had oddly embroidered linen or wool tops. The beak-like noses of others showed Saldean ancestry.

"Hunters of the Horn," Mave breathed.