The sun rose above the Dragonwall and lightly touched the topless towers of Cairhien, down in the streets rumors swirled about like leaves on a gusty Beltine day. Sun Major Taziar Medakan rode a large destrier down Damodred Avenue, the slow clop of hooves quieting the onlookers. He could see the glances, the whispers between them, and could hear their voices pick back up as he rode past like the sound of the distant crash of waves. Word had gotten out that something was coming to Cairhien, something important, and House of Medakan was right in the middle of it.
Taziar breathed in deep then smiled. It was a beautiful morning, but a glorious morning was soon to come...