Welcome to Borderlands. The area sucks.

On the outskirts of Fal Dara, Lan advises everyone to remove their hoods since “A Halfman can’t hide with his face exposed”. Everyone is greeted warmly at Fal Dara, especially Lan and Moiraine who seem to be regulars at this cozy little hovel. Even Loial is greeted warmly and HE’S some kind of smelly goat creature! The place looks grim, with sour-faced citizens spending their time building weapons. They are greeted at the fortress by a man named Ingtar, who is a very nice and smiley army kinda guy. He informs Lan that they’re readying themselves to fight Trollocs and Goblins and Boogeymen at the place called Tarwin’s Gap. I don’t want to know who Tarwin is and I certainly don’t need to know about his gap.

Ingtar takes them to a guy named Agelmar, who assumed that Moiraine and Lan showed up to assist with the fight. They are NOT. They are fighting their own damn fight, whatever that is, they don’t even really know yet! Agelmar requests their help, but they refuse and he politely accepts the refusal. He then insists that Moiraine take a few of his soldiers to help, but she refuses. Curious. Agelmar also finds it very curious that there are these barely-men standing next to Moiraine and Lan who look like unwashed, uneducated hillbilly farmers.

No matter! Let’s enjoy a small feast of Chef Boyardee and Grape Nuts and– Ingtar enters the room to announce that a raving lunatic has entered the city running around all willy-nilly. The Emond’s Fielders recognize the man immediately as the peddler, Padan Fain. He needs a shower.

Fain makes no sense, speaking of himself as if he were possessed and then telling Agelmar that he’ll help him “rid Shienar of the Shadow”.

Moiraine is stoically alarmed and requests some time alone with Padan Fain. I hope she Aes Sedais him to death. Like this!: *mindchop*