A plan is made

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They looked each other in the privacy of their room. "Well it seems your luck still holds," Perrin said to Mat trying to break the silence. Mat nodded slowly, he made a bet with the innkeeper. They played a game of dice, if Mat won the group received a single room, if he lost the innkeeper gained three free servants for a year. Needless to say, Mat had won much to the innkeeper's chagrin. But that momentary victory was offset by the fact that they were broke, and had just been hurled back in time after watching friends and loved ones die. They silently agreed they had to stop what happened; the question was how to do it without doing something that could have them end up killing their past selves.

"We have to establish ourselves as Lords, powerful enough to warrant……my attention when the time comes. Enough so that we can become advisors and prevent my mistakes." Rand stated firmly reliving all the errors he had made in his arrogance and ignorance. "Rand are you forgetting that we will seem like something the Dark cooked up after Moraine compares how we look to our younger selves? I don't look forward to fighting with Lan, or with you for that matter." Mat replied concerned about what could happen.

Rand considered this for only a moment before answering, "Remove your medallion."

Mat groaned inwardly as he did, and Perrin's hand slowly rose to his eyes. He had in a way become used to them, though it would be a relief to not have people gawk at him whenever they looked at his face.

Rand's hand rose as he slowly weaved, a matter of changing appearances was simple, but a matter of making them memorable, strange, and important, required concentration. Mat was made into broader; his clothes were those of a noble General, but what truly made him stand out was a large tattoo all across his back of the Red Eagle of Manetheren. Perrin could have been a brother of Elyas, and he to had a tattoo, but one of a silver wolf across his chest. Rand was made to look as if his father was a Lord born in Andor, not an Aiel which changed him considerably save for one important factor, his wounds were still in place, and they practically pulsed with pain and darkness.

"Err, Rand why the…decorations exactly?" Perrin asked breaking his silence for the first time that he entered the room, disappointed that Rand had chosen to keep his eyes as they were.

"We need something to make us memorable when we enter Shienar to help during the Trolloc raid." Rand said, causing both Mat and Perrin to glare at him.

"Let me guess, we are going to be three amazing warriors that just happen to arrive right after the horn is taken." Mat sarcastically said, before his eyes widened as Rand nodded.

"You do realize that the trollocs are gone by the time that the horn is taken, that is the reason that they came after all." Perrin pointed out his worry rising at Rand's rather crazy plan. Light, what if all that has happened has caused Rand to finally go mad, he could kill us all, except we were showed that we already lost if we keep things the way they were, he thought uneasily.

"That is true, but remember some were slow escaping out of the gate, a fair number actually, those are the ones that we will take down" Rand responded, already getting up, "Mat get your dice ready, we are going to need some horses."

Mat and Perrin shared a look and a thought there is no way that this is going to end well at all!

Alright, tell how that was compared to the last chapter, and also a poll do you guys want to see the journey to the Borderlands, or do you prefer to get to the Borderlands instantly?