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The night starts late, most people in most nations holed up long after sunset in a tavern, inn or tent debating the events of the day. Was another mad channeler taken from the world, making you all safer? Or was it the Dragon’s body that was left in the dirt, and with it the hope of all humanity? These are somber thoughts to go to sleep with, and most sleep restlessly, if at all.
Morning breaks in an unpleasant way. The halls of the White Tower are filled with shrieks, the sisters and novices rushing out of their rooms to find one of their number crashing against the walls, driven mad with grief. The yellow sisters go to her, and finally are able to calm her, but there is little else that can be done. The Green sister has lost her Warder, and the sudden breaking of the magical bond between them, no matter how far apart they were, has snapped her mind. She is useless now. And somewhere her Warder lies dead, unable to be found now without the Sister who knew his whereabouts. The White Tower has taken another blow.
Chief Rum was killed. He was a citizen of Tear and the Warder to the sister of the Green Ajah. MartinD was the Green Ajah and is now gone. They both served The Light.
As Warder, Chief Rum could communicate with MartinD through private messages, and his protection made MartinD Tough to kill.
Grover was a male channeler. Every night he could choose a target to direct his weaves towards,and produce a random effect.
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