Steivan had managed to find himself some room in the stable of a tavren. Hiding and resting amongst the numerous hay stacks above the cubicle's of the horses. He had just woken up form a not too long sleep, for his muscles were knotted and ached. They seems to have recovered though quite quickly. He dismissed this thought, and concentrated on what he had to do from now. He had found out, that he had now landed himself in a small village inside the amadician border; this perplexed him greatly. This currently worked in favour for him, considering that Aes Sedai were not particularly welcome in Amadicia. Yet he supposed a male channeler would be welcome even less. His 'powers' were one thing he had to be sure to hide. Also with his new found knowledge of himself, he knew that men in his condition were sure to go mad. Yet he had heard that there was this 'Black Tower', that was set up by the Dragon Reborn himself. He had thought this over, and it seemed probably the best idea to go to this 'Tower' of male channelers. Atleast here he would be accepted instead of hunted down. He may also learn to keep his sanity maybe. Yet there was some doubt. There always was with things as dangerous as they are now. Tomorrow...that would be ideal time to start travelling. He would need to be at peak strength. Yet he also knew he was in danger from that time onwards. He could no longer make the link that bonded him to his former Aes Sedai distorded anymore. He was too exhausted, and it would inevitably drop. From then on, she would know where he was, even if he were to cover it up again once he put it back up. In the morning he would have to travel fast. Making his way to the kitchen to get food, and pay in return with help around the tavern, he would then eat and sleep, for tomorrow...well tomorrow will come.