"Let's join them," Mave declared with sudden inspiration. The moved up into the crowd of eager hunters, many of them were young and boastful though a few were older and hard looking though all of them had a spark in their eye that spoke of a desire for adventure not yet extinguished by the world. The climbed the short flight of stairs into what looked to be a small square when not overtaken by the hunters. There was a carnival atmosphere, enhanced a great deal by several tavern keepers who had rolled out barrels of ale and wine, of no doubt indifferent quality, for which they were charging a few coppers for a cup.

"Ho a beautiful woman and a strapping lad!" cried one of the hunters, a husky looking fellow in a mail shirt with a spiked mace hanging from his belt. He had a bristling black beard that, rather incongruously, had flowers woven into it. A pair of women, both around Mave's age and both appearing rather irritated to have the object of their attention termed 'beautiful', appeared to have done the weaving.

"I'll wager there is a tale to be had here, what are your names, come now, hunters oaths!" he laughed. Mave smiled as best she could. Hunters of the Horn were not exactly inconspicious, but on the other hand they were easy to dismiss as glory hunting fools as well. They might offer her the chance she needed to operate around Illian.

"My name..." Mave faltered, she wasn't bound by the Three Oaths but neither could she lightly lie if she expected to pass herself off as an Aes Sedai.

"I am called Kashvi," she modified quickly, "and I too am a hunter." Neither of those were lies, though neither of them were the whole truth either. Her tutors would certainly have approved.

"Well join us then Kashvi," the fellow boomed expansively before turning his eye to Ali.

"And you lad, who are you to enjoy such fine company?"