Post by Darkwolfsedai26 on Apr 18, 2019 8:26:06 GMT
Name: Narendria Rathamire bin Jarmide
Age: 127
Nationality: Mayener
Place of Birth: Mayene
Place of Residence: Tar Valon
Affiliation: The White Tower
Rank/Title: Sitter of the Grey Ajah
One Power Strength: 6
Air: 6 | Earth: 3 | Fire: 3 | Spirit: 7 | Water: 6
# of Years as Novice/Soldier: 5
# of Years as Accepted/Dedicated:8
# of Years as Aes Sedai/Asha'man:87
Talents:Listening to the Wind, Healing
Weapon Skills:0
Martial: 0 | Hand-Held: 0 | Stave: 0 | Thrown: 0 | Ranged: 0 | Mounted: 0
Height: 5’5
Weight: 127lbs
Build/Complexion: Narendria has a compact build with her arms and legs proportioned to be just slightly shorter than a woman of her height. She has a pale complexion that only seems to only cause her hair color to stand out.
Eye/Hair Color: Narendria has auburn hair and light blue eyes, if it weren’t for her pale complexion and moderate height, she could pass for an Aiel woman.
Distinguishing Features: She has a scar along the underside of her jaw up to just below her right ear. It’s not noticeable unless one knows where to look, Narendria goes to great pains to ensure her hair falls just so as to block even so much as a casual glimpse.
Narendria is patient, methodical and thoughtful. She rarely gives away how she feels or what she’s thinking on a subject, it’s part of what makes her such a talented negotiator. She has a calmness that rarely slips around others, and it is this unflappable pose she takes at any negotiating table or in any meeting of the Hall that has earned her respect and noteirty as a shrewd judge of value and character. Naren, as those few she is close to refer to her as, makes a point of staying well versed in what’s going on in the world around her. She has her own network of eyes-and-ears that she has accumulated amongst merchants, caravaneers, bankers and other members of the vast economic web that meshed all the nations of the westlands together, thus she has a finger on the pulse of what is going where, who is buying what and for what reasons. Before she took her seat in the Hall of the Tower, she was a prominent negotiator for the Grey Ajah and the White Tower in general who specialized in trade disputes, agreements and treaties. All of this can be traced back to her time before entering the Tower when she was just Narendria Bin Jarmide, Heir to the minor merchant House Jarmide. She was educated even before she arrived in Tar Valon as the daughter of a noble house. Narendria is a stalwart ally and friend and even without the three oaths would still have a hard time breaking her word or telling a lie. Her father had always taught her that good business dealings required honesty and she’s kept that lesson near and dear to her heart. Fairness and justice have always been important to her in her dealings as well, Narendria does not suffer unbalanced or unfair deals to leave whatever drafting committee she is on.
Narendria Bin Jarmide was born 27 years before the Last Battle. Her family had owned olive groves around Mayene for almost a thousand years and had gained its considerable fortune in the olive oil trade within the city of Mayene considering the general antipathy that Mayeners hold for Tarian products. Narendria had been trained from a young age to take over the family’s estates and business holdings when the time was right. At the age of 17 she was married to Olendar Rathamire, the young heir of an up and coming merchant House that had made a name for itself in shipping. The move was ultimately meant to consolidate both the shipping and olive oil production businesses into one venture, controlled by, a new House, House Rathamire Bin Jarmide. The relationship between herself and her father had always been close, from a young age she had trained at her father's feet in every aspect of their business from how to care for the groves, to how the presses are maintained to how the accounting is done. To go from that level of care and attention to detail to...Olendar...was a shock to the system for Naren. Olendar was spoiled. His family had come into a windfall of a deal during his father’s younger years, and unlike her own father, Olendar’s did not have a knack for passing on his business acumen to the next generation. He was an over-indulgent wrestral who spent most of his time away drinking. Still, in a years time she was pregnant and managing the accounting aspects of the business while her father and father-in-law still made most of the decisions. That all worked out fine for Naren, she liked keeping the books in order. Her life progressed like this, for ten years.
That’s when the world started to go Mad. That’s when the First of Mayene left the city for an extended period of time. The business was completely in her hands now, even her husbands own father had to conceded that Olendar was better at playing cards and drinking wine the running a business. Both men had no qualms in passing things onto her, she had proven in the ten years since she’d been married that she could manage affairs at both the olive oil end and the shipping end as well as negotiate contracts and settle disputes, all this while raising two son’s and a daughter. Things changed when the Last Battle itself was over, she had taken refuge in the city itself along with her family when they received word and the call that Tarmon Gai’don was upon them. Olendar disappeared though, no one was sure if he went to fight or if he had just...run away. Naren wasn’t overly concerned. She loved her children but viewed her husband as more of a burden then anything. When things had settled later that year, she ended up taking a trip to Tar Valon to meet with some borderlander merchants to negotiate a potential new market for Bin Jarmide Olive oil when she was asked something odd in the inn she was staying. The innkeeper asked her if she was there to test to become Aes Sedai, being that the New Amyrlin had raised the age restrictions and was allowing anyone to become a Novice.
Narendria was taken aback, she had thought about being an Aes Sedai when she was a little girl...but she had always discounted the possibility. Now though...the idea intrigued her...so when her job was finished and after she had killed enough time and spent enough coin at the various shops in Tar Valon’s markets...she made her way to the Tower grounds after sending her servants back to the inn. She couldn’t deny that she was nervous as she approached the Ivory white shaft that seemed to kiss the clouds. Her voice didn’t wavier as she asked the young woman in an all white dress where one could be tested to see if they could become Aes Sedai and she was lead to the Mistress of Novices.
No one was more shocked then she when it turned out she could learn to channel. She didn’t know what to say, or do and for the first time since she became an adult, in the privacy of the Mistress of Novices offices, she cried great heaving sobs. She knew that she would have to leave her children...but...and perhaps the real reason she was crying so hard was...she wanted this...she had thought that his had just been a fantasy for a young girl but to find out she could be that woman she had dreamed of years ago...she was almost ashamed of how bad she wanted this, of how quickly she was willing to not look back at her family...the realization that her three children might not understand if she left them too filled her with a sense of dread but she knew she could think of a solution.
Her name was soon written in the Novice book, and soon she herself had dispatched a letter to her parents and her children. Within months they had relocated the House to Tar Valon. Her father had entrusted the care of the groves and oil presses to his younger brother this way he could be with his grandchildren in this new environment. Even knowing that her family was close and that her children had adjusted much better then she had anticipated didn’t make her time as a Novice easier. She had never had to do the chores and tasks that she was being made to do at the Tower and her first month was awful, thankfully, the end of the first month is when her family had managed to finish the relocation process.
Narendria spent five years as a Novice before she tested for Accepted. The silver arches that filled the basement room where she had been lead and then stripped beckoned her and, with one final look at the Mistress of Novices she stepped through…
...she blinked and looked around. She had just been reminded to keep something in her mind...what was it...The way back will come but once...be steadfast. She didn’t know what it meant...it was the oddest thing though, she was home. She looked around and grimaced, it was most certainly her home but...the maids were certainly going to receive a stern talking to, the levels of dust she saw was simply unacceptable. She glanced out a window as she made her way to the office and she gasped. Row upon row of her olive trees were rotting in the fields, she could tell from here that it was the black-leaf rot...a particularly vicious pest that would wipe out their trees if left to fester and spread like this...she didn’t understand why the orchards were empty, where were all the workers who should be cutting down the infected trees so that new saplings can be planted once all the infected trees are removed? She frowned fiercely, whoever was slacking was going to get a stern talking to from her...this was unacceptable. Briskly she made her way to the office and barged in without knocking, and why shouldn’t she? This was her home. Her useless husband looked up from a mass of parchments on the large, ornate desk her great, great grandfather swore up and down had been sungwood from the Ogier and almost sobbed in relief.
“Naren! Thank the Light your here...I can’t find any of the payrolls or any of the letters of promise that we have with creditors in the city…”
And on and on it went. With a sigh, Naren started picking up parchments, the admonishments dying on her lips as out of the corner of her eye out the window she saw the glinting of silver. The silver archway….The way back will come but once...be Steadfast...she dropped the sheaf of papers she had been holding, picked up her skirts and ran out the office, ignoring Olendar’s panicked cries for help and sprinted out the door and into the rows of Olive trees until she came to the silver arch. She took one last look back at her home...it looked decrepit...not like the grand, ivy, covered idyllic mansion of her childhood...now it looked like a horrible caricature...with only the slightest pang she stepped through…the arch...and into a freezing cold stream of water being pour over her head…
Having to leave her aged and sickly parents alone to take care of her children was her next test...and that one was not nearly so easy to walk away from. She did not keep her calm as she emerged from that second arch and screamed as she was washed clean of that Narendria…
The final test had her stepping into a grandhall, that she vaguely recognized as the Palace of the First of Mayene, filled with rows and rows of noble lords and ladies in fine silks and velvets. She herself was in a soft grey and dark blue velvet dress that whisked softly as she moved through the hall. She knew why she was here now, she was about to ascend to become the First of Mayene, her family was about to take it’s position of prominence in the World. She ascended the Dias and reached for the diadem of the Firsts of Mayene. As her fingers touched it a silver glint sparkled in the reflective surface. She turned her head and at the end of the hall where she had entered from was the silver archway. Be Steadfast. Slowly she set the diadem down and started to make her way through the crowd. It wasn’t easy, the nobles had started to mill about, demanding and explanation. As she made her way closer to the exit the press of the crowd moved in closer and she had to struggle just to get through. The cacophony that was assaulting her made her head swim, the heat of the press of bodies made her dizzy and she knew that if she didn’t make it out of this she would surely pass out and be crushed by the swarm of angered nobles. Finally, with a fierce scream of defiance she managed to shoulder through the last line of people and stumbled through the silver arch…
...and into another cold stream of water pouring over her head, washing away the tears and the sobs as her reality reformed around her, the words bringing her back to the here and now. She was washed clean of Narendria Rathamire Bin Jarmide, and was now Narendria of the White Tower. Her time as Accepted had begun and with the extra freedom, Narendria started to come into her own. She could now leave the Tower on occasion and venture into the city to see her children and parents. Her children had adapted well to life in Tar Valon and when they came of age her parents and her agreed that it would be acceptable for them all to return to the family estate in Mayene. It made her sad to see them off at South Harbor, her banded Accepted dress only slightly obscured by her cloak as it was disturbed by the morning breeze, but she knew that their place was back home. Her son would be head of House when her father passed and she had faith that he would be more than worthy of the responsibility. Her mind now at rest regarding the future of her House, Narendria was able to dedicate herself to her studies in both the Power and in international law and other such obscure subjects. Regardless, it ended up taking Narendria eight years before she was called to be tested for the Shawl.
Narendria applied her focus and will on learning all the necessary weaves for the test. She practiced them over and over and over until she was sure she could weave them with her eyes closed and upside down if necessary. It turned out that both of those would be conditions under which she would be put through. Her test pushed her to her absolute breaking point, it was harder than the test for being Accepted by a fair margin. There were moments where she almost broke her composure but she managed, just. When she stumbled out into the arms of her sisters she was exhausted but finally she was allowed to spend the remainder of the night in prayer and contemplation, falling in asleep was a constant threat. The early morning hours brought her to choosing her ajah. Narendria knew in her heart she belonged to the Grey, so without hesitation or a second thought she marched calmly and assuredly to the sister holding the grey shawl and donned it with a great inner pride that she would never show on her perfectly schooled features.
Almost immediately, Narendria went applied herself to helping iron out the countless trade disputes and disagreements. She relished the challenge and with her background in dealing with merchants, bankers and nobles aided her greatly, coupled with the knowledge of international trade law that she had gained in the Tower, she became with in a decade, a notable and somewhat renowned diplomat who specialized in trade agreements and other such variations of trade and property law. She kept track of her family from a distance. She maintained a careful correspondence with her son and on rare and secret occasions she would visit, these though, had to be highly secret due to the recent settlement of the Children of the Light in Mayene. It was best that her family’s ties to the White Tower remain secret, Narendria will do anything to protect that particular secret.
For fifty more years she was in and out of the Tower, traveling everywhere to negotiate or meet with the wealthy and powerful in the interests of promoting both peace and fair and equitable trade. 60 year after gaining the Shawl, Narendria was approached by the Head Clerk, she wanted to discuss how the travel worn sister would feel about staying in the Tower on a more permanent basis, as Sitter for the Grey. Narendria was surprised, to say the least. It didn’t take her long to decide though, the challenge and responsibilities of Sitter appealed to her so she quickly said yes. Not long after that talk, an old
er Sitter announced she was retiring into the Kin.
Since then, Narendria has been a fixture in the Hall of the Tower. She maintains a certain neutrality in most matters, being known as a notorious and consistent unknown in terms of voting pattern. Only Narendria knows why she votes the way she votes and few, even the Head Clerk can do more than offer their consul. That being said, Narendria knowns how to politic and retains lines of communication with every faction in the Tower all while retaining a safe, political distance from all of them while, belonging entirely to none and only to herself.
Books read:
All of them, several times.
Age: 127
Nationality: Mayener
Place of Birth: Mayene
Place of Residence: Tar Valon
Affiliation: The White Tower
Rank/Title: Sitter of the Grey Ajah
One Power Strength: 6
Air: 6 | Earth: 3 | Fire: 3 | Spirit: 7 | Water: 6
# of Years as Novice/Soldier: 5
# of Years as Accepted/Dedicated:8
# of Years as Aes Sedai/Asha'man:87
Talents:Listening to the Wind, Healing
Weapon Skills:0
Martial: 0 | Hand-Held: 0 | Stave: 0 | Thrown: 0 | Ranged: 0 | Mounted: 0
APPEARANCE
Height: 5’5
Weight: 127lbs
Build/Complexion: Narendria has a compact build with her arms and legs proportioned to be just slightly shorter than a woman of her height. She has a pale complexion that only seems to only cause her hair color to stand out.
Eye/Hair Color: Narendria has auburn hair and light blue eyes, if it weren’t for her pale complexion and moderate height, she could pass for an Aiel woman.
Distinguishing Features: She has a scar along the underside of her jaw up to just below her right ear. It’s not noticeable unless one knows where to look, Narendria goes to great pains to ensure her hair falls just so as to block even so much as a casual glimpse.
PERSONALITY
Narendria is patient, methodical and thoughtful. She rarely gives away how she feels or what she’s thinking on a subject, it’s part of what makes her such a talented negotiator. She has a calmness that rarely slips around others, and it is this unflappable pose she takes at any negotiating table or in any meeting of the Hall that has earned her respect and noteirty as a shrewd judge of value and character. Naren, as those few she is close to refer to her as, makes a point of staying well versed in what’s going on in the world around her. She has her own network of eyes-and-ears that she has accumulated amongst merchants, caravaneers, bankers and other members of the vast economic web that meshed all the nations of the westlands together, thus she has a finger on the pulse of what is going where, who is buying what and for what reasons. Before she took her seat in the Hall of the Tower, she was a prominent negotiator for the Grey Ajah and the White Tower in general who specialized in trade disputes, agreements and treaties. All of this can be traced back to her time before entering the Tower when she was just Narendria Bin Jarmide, Heir to the minor merchant House Jarmide. She was educated even before she arrived in Tar Valon as the daughter of a noble house. Narendria is a stalwart ally and friend and even without the three oaths would still have a hard time breaking her word or telling a lie. Her father had always taught her that good business dealings required honesty and she’s kept that lesson near and dear to her heart. Fairness and justice have always been important to her in her dealings as well, Narendria does not suffer unbalanced or unfair deals to leave whatever drafting committee she is on.
HISTORY
Narendria Bin Jarmide was born 27 years before the Last Battle. Her family had owned olive groves around Mayene for almost a thousand years and had gained its considerable fortune in the olive oil trade within the city of Mayene considering the general antipathy that Mayeners hold for Tarian products. Narendria had been trained from a young age to take over the family’s estates and business holdings when the time was right. At the age of 17 she was married to Olendar Rathamire, the young heir of an up and coming merchant House that had made a name for itself in shipping. The move was ultimately meant to consolidate both the shipping and olive oil production businesses into one venture, controlled by, a new House, House Rathamire Bin Jarmide. The relationship between herself and her father had always been close, from a young age she had trained at her father's feet in every aspect of their business from how to care for the groves, to how the presses are maintained to how the accounting is done. To go from that level of care and attention to detail to...Olendar...was a shock to the system for Naren. Olendar was spoiled. His family had come into a windfall of a deal during his father’s younger years, and unlike her own father, Olendar’s did not have a knack for passing on his business acumen to the next generation. He was an over-indulgent wrestral who spent most of his time away drinking. Still, in a years time she was pregnant and managing the accounting aspects of the business while her father and father-in-law still made most of the decisions. That all worked out fine for Naren, she liked keeping the books in order. Her life progressed like this, for ten years.
That’s when the world started to go Mad. That’s when the First of Mayene left the city for an extended period of time. The business was completely in her hands now, even her husbands own father had to conceded that Olendar was better at playing cards and drinking wine the running a business. Both men had no qualms in passing things onto her, she had proven in the ten years since she’d been married that she could manage affairs at both the olive oil end and the shipping end as well as negotiate contracts and settle disputes, all this while raising two son’s and a daughter. Things changed when the Last Battle itself was over, she had taken refuge in the city itself along with her family when they received word and the call that Tarmon Gai’don was upon them. Olendar disappeared though, no one was sure if he went to fight or if he had just...run away. Naren wasn’t overly concerned. She loved her children but viewed her husband as more of a burden then anything. When things had settled later that year, she ended up taking a trip to Tar Valon to meet with some borderlander merchants to negotiate a potential new market for Bin Jarmide Olive oil when she was asked something odd in the inn she was staying. The innkeeper asked her if she was there to test to become Aes Sedai, being that the New Amyrlin had raised the age restrictions and was allowing anyone to become a Novice.
Narendria was taken aback, she had thought about being an Aes Sedai when she was a little girl...but she had always discounted the possibility. Now though...the idea intrigued her...so when her job was finished and after she had killed enough time and spent enough coin at the various shops in Tar Valon’s markets...she made her way to the Tower grounds after sending her servants back to the inn. She couldn’t deny that she was nervous as she approached the Ivory white shaft that seemed to kiss the clouds. Her voice didn’t wavier as she asked the young woman in an all white dress where one could be tested to see if they could become Aes Sedai and she was lead to the Mistress of Novices.
No one was more shocked then she when it turned out she could learn to channel. She didn’t know what to say, or do and for the first time since she became an adult, in the privacy of the Mistress of Novices offices, she cried great heaving sobs. She knew that she would have to leave her children...but...and perhaps the real reason she was crying so hard was...she wanted this...she had thought that his had just been a fantasy for a young girl but to find out she could be that woman she had dreamed of years ago...she was almost ashamed of how bad she wanted this, of how quickly she was willing to not look back at her family...the realization that her three children might not understand if she left them too filled her with a sense of dread but she knew she could think of a solution.
Her name was soon written in the Novice book, and soon she herself had dispatched a letter to her parents and her children. Within months they had relocated the House to Tar Valon. Her father had entrusted the care of the groves and oil presses to his younger brother this way he could be with his grandchildren in this new environment. Even knowing that her family was close and that her children had adjusted much better then she had anticipated didn’t make her time as a Novice easier. She had never had to do the chores and tasks that she was being made to do at the Tower and her first month was awful, thankfully, the end of the first month is when her family had managed to finish the relocation process.
Narendria spent five years as a Novice before she tested for Accepted. The silver arches that filled the basement room where she had been lead and then stripped beckoned her and, with one final look at the Mistress of Novices she stepped through…
...she blinked and looked around. She had just been reminded to keep something in her mind...what was it...The way back will come but once...be steadfast. She didn’t know what it meant...it was the oddest thing though, she was home. She looked around and grimaced, it was most certainly her home but...the maids were certainly going to receive a stern talking to, the levels of dust she saw was simply unacceptable. She glanced out a window as she made her way to the office and she gasped. Row upon row of her olive trees were rotting in the fields, she could tell from here that it was the black-leaf rot...a particularly vicious pest that would wipe out their trees if left to fester and spread like this...she didn’t understand why the orchards were empty, where were all the workers who should be cutting down the infected trees so that new saplings can be planted once all the infected trees are removed? She frowned fiercely, whoever was slacking was going to get a stern talking to from her...this was unacceptable. Briskly she made her way to the office and barged in without knocking, and why shouldn’t she? This was her home. Her useless husband looked up from a mass of parchments on the large, ornate desk her great, great grandfather swore up and down had been sungwood from the Ogier and almost sobbed in relief.
“Naren! Thank the Light your here...I can’t find any of the payrolls or any of the letters of promise that we have with creditors in the city…”
And on and on it went. With a sigh, Naren started picking up parchments, the admonishments dying on her lips as out of the corner of her eye out the window she saw the glinting of silver. The silver archway….The way back will come but once...be Steadfast...she dropped the sheaf of papers she had been holding, picked up her skirts and ran out the office, ignoring Olendar’s panicked cries for help and sprinted out the door and into the rows of Olive trees until she came to the silver arch. She took one last look back at her home...it looked decrepit...not like the grand, ivy, covered idyllic mansion of her childhood...now it looked like a horrible caricature...with only the slightest pang she stepped through…the arch...and into a freezing cold stream of water being pour over her head…
Having to leave her aged and sickly parents alone to take care of her children was her next test...and that one was not nearly so easy to walk away from. She did not keep her calm as she emerged from that second arch and screamed as she was washed clean of that Narendria…
The final test had her stepping into a grandhall, that she vaguely recognized as the Palace of the First of Mayene, filled with rows and rows of noble lords and ladies in fine silks and velvets. She herself was in a soft grey and dark blue velvet dress that whisked softly as she moved through the hall. She knew why she was here now, she was about to ascend to become the First of Mayene, her family was about to take it’s position of prominence in the World. She ascended the Dias and reached for the diadem of the Firsts of Mayene. As her fingers touched it a silver glint sparkled in the reflective surface. She turned her head and at the end of the hall where she had entered from was the silver archway. Be Steadfast. Slowly she set the diadem down and started to make her way through the crowd. It wasn’t easy, the nobles had started to mill about, demanding and explanation. As she made her way closer to the exit the press of the crowd moved in closer and she had to struggle just to get through. The cacophony that was assaulting her made her head swim, the heat of the press of bodies made her dizzy and she knew that if she didn’t make it out of this she would surely pass out and be crushed by the swarm of angered nobles. Finally, with a fierce scream of defiance she managed to shoulder through the last line of people and stumbled through the silver arch…
...and into another cold stream of water pouring over her head, washing away the tears and the sobs as her reality reformed around her, the words bringing her back to the here and now. She was washed clean of Narendria Rathamire Bin Jarmide, and was now Narendria of the White Tower. Her time as Accepted had begun and with the extra freedom, Narendria started to come into her own. She could now leave the Tower on occasion and venture into the city to see her children and parents. Her children had adapted well to life in Tar Valon and when they came of age her parents and her agreed that it would be acceptable for them all to return to the family estate in Mayene. It made her sad to see them off at South Harbor, her banded Accepted dress only slightly obscured by her cloak as it was disturbed by the morning breeze, but she knew that their place was back home. Her son would be head of House when her father passed and she had faith that he would be more than worthy of the responsibility. Her mind now at rest regarding the future of her House, Narendria was able to dedicate herself to her studies in both the Power and in international law and other such obscure subjects. Regardless, it ended up taking Narendria eight years before she was called to be tested for the Shawl.
Narendria applied her focus and will on learning all the necessary weaves for the test. She practiced them over and over and over until she was sure she could weave them with her eyes closed and upside down if necessary. It turned out that both of those would be conditions under which she would be put through. Her test pushed her to her absolute breaking point, it was harder than the test for being Accepted by a fair margin. There were moments where she almost broke her composure but she managed, just. When she stumbled out into the arms of her sisters she was exhausted but finally she was allowed to spend the remainder of the night in prayer and contemplation, falling in asleep was a constant threat. The early morning hours brought her to choosing her ajah. Narendria knew in her heart she belonged to the Grey, so without hesitation or a second thought she marched calmly and assuredly to the sister holding the grey shawl and donned it with a great inner pride that she would never show on her perfectly schooled features.
Almost immediately, Narendria went applied herself to helping iron out the countless trade disputes and disagreements. She relished the challenge and with her background in dealing with merchants, bankers and nobles aided her greatly, coupled with the knowledge of international trade law that she had gained in the Tower, she became with in a decade, a notable and somewhat renowned diplomat who specialized in trade agreements and other such variations of trade and property law. She kept track of her family from a distance. She maintained a careful correspondence with her son and on rare and secret occasions she would visit, these though, had to be highly secret due to the recent settlement of the Children of the Light in Mayene. It was best that her family’s ties to the White Tower remain secret, Narendria will do anything to protect that particular secret.
For fifty more years she was in and out of the Tower, traveling everywhere to negotiate or meet with the wealthy and powerful in the interests of promoting both peace and fair and equitable trade. 60 year after gaining the Shawl, Narendria was approached by the Head Clerk, she wanted to discuss how the travel worn sister would feel about staying in the Tower on a more permanent basis, as Sitter for the Grey. Narendria was surprised, to say the least. It didn’t take her long to decide though, the challenge and responsibilities of Sitter appealed to her so she quickly said yes. Not long after that talk, an old
er Sitter announced she was retiring into the Kin.
Since then, Narendria has been a fixture in the Hall of the Tower. She maintains a certain neutrality in most matters, being known as a notorious and consistent unknown in terms of voting pattern. Only Narendria knows why she votes the way she votes and few, even the Head Clerk can do more than offer their consul. That being said, Narendria knowns how to politic and retains lines of communication with every faction in the Tower all while retaining a safe, political distance from all of them while, belonging entirely to none and only to herself.
Books read:
All of them, several times.
