A rude awakening, to say the least, why is it that whenever a man comes close to enjoying himself, whether it be drinking, carousing, or gambling, there seems to be a woman nearby doing her best to put an end to it? Daran put the thought aside as he rose and buckled his sword belt around his waist. He had to admit to himself - as much as his ego wanted to reject the notion - that she was right. The events of the past day had taken their toll and he allowed himself to slip into complacency, and around a handful of witches no less. Standing several paces away from the small gathering he listened idly to their conversation, and noted that Ahsdale looked a bit ragged. The problem of approaching Salidar and locating the channeling Warder were foremost in the Asha’man’s mind. He supposed that the most direct course of action would be to speak with one of the Aes Sedai about it. Of course, that would bring about a fresh set of difficulties, assuming that these women were like the rest of the witches and took pleasure in gentling men who had the spark. Daran looked up to find the woman – Kori he thought her name was – watching him. The look on her face showed amusement, probably praising herself for kicking him awake. “I’ve a task to complete,” he muttered to himself, and turned away to gather his gear. Whatever happened, he wasn’t getting any closer to his goal sitting around this miserable camp wondering who his enemies were. It was one thing to devastate some petty lordling and his meager garrison, or to fight off a ground of ignorant Whitecloaks. At least there he knew who kill.