I'm afraid I don't. Maps aren't worth much these days, it's a mad world where maps outlast the land. I'm not sure anybody knows, actually. These people, so they tell me, are not originally from this village, but simply found the abandoned structures and took refuge within. I think it's likely the original inhabitants feld when..." he gestured towards the dried up riverbed, as though unwilling to name the event that had caused it. "When that happened," he finished.

For most people, any mention no matter how oblique to the ravages of the rampaging Aes Sedai brought an uncomfortable silence. And so it was here. After a moment, straining to change the subject Segar nodded to the ter'angreal the other traveller held in his hands. "That device sounds quite useful, especially if you were the adventuring type, off in the wilderness far from civilisation. Not that I would know, I had a fairly quiet life, owned a small shop in Tzora, filled with curious antiques from earlier Ages of wonders. Incredible that Tzora would survive the War only..." the merchant's face darkened, unhappy thoughts coming to the forefront. "A quiet life, yes. Happy enough though, I wouldn't mind getting it back, no, not at all. These days, the only quiet you get is when you're in the middle of some barren landscape, and the only sounds you hear is some distant rumbling, as though, as though... well, it's not the kind of silence I'm keen on, really. Say! Where are you going? We could share the road for some distance, I have no set itinerary, and good conversation would help drive away that terrible silence. Or were you hoping to find someone you know here?"