Eyes darting back and forth, looking down at a strange woman beneath him, Ahsdale's memory suddenly flooded back. He growled at the woman, and she stepped back. "How long have I been here ?" Not too long, he guessed, there was still some noises off towards Daran's camp. His friend could be in trouble. "Get me down from here, I need to - " he was cut off by the woman, "Ive told you, I cannot undo your bonds. But Ive eased your pain, and healed your exhaustion." Ahsdale realized she was right. He felt strength in him again, his skirmish with the bear-man might not have happened, and his draining argument with the Aes Sedai, at that. "Thank you. I, I am sorry for yelling at you, I was...Well. Its not important, my name is Ahsdale Nolatari. And I thank you for your healing, and your kindness." The woman blushed slightly, "Oh, its fine. Don't worry about it." Suddenly, her head darted off towards Daran's camp. "I feel them...." she mumbled, "I must go," she said sternly, "my friends are in trouble." And with that she was off, running awkwardly in the forest, tripping on branches in the dark. "Wait !" Ahsdale yelled, once again being left alone, up in a tree. "Light," he sighed. Abruptly he fell, smashing his face on the ground. His bonds had come undone. He had no idea how , but at this moment he did not care. The Aes Sedai would answer to him later. Rubbing the dirt off his face, and the leaves out of his hair, he scrounged around and found his blade, discarded on the floor. Picking it up he sheathed it. If Daranbar was in trouble, he did not want the metal of his sword glinting in the starlight, pointing him out to any enemies nearby - he did not know how many were around, watching. Waiting. Running silently back towards the camp, Ahsdale found no resistance on his way. However, when he reached the camps permiter, he saw a dark shape stalking around, a long spear and buckler in either hand. He had never encountered one like him before, but he knew them from his fathers storys about the Battle Of The Shining Walls. This man was Aiel. A brutal, savage killer. Ahsdale unsheathed his blade, the smooth curve shining like a blazing star in the darkness of the forest. He gripped the handle with two clenched fists and held the sword at his side as he ran towards the Aiel. If he had hurt Daran, he would die a painful death.