The Whitecloaks make their way through the parting crowd, continuing to shoot suspicious glances at those around you. A few feet away, the group halts, and the leader looks you up and down.
"We're looking for a group of backcountry bumpkins, Darkfriends all," the leader sneers. "You certainly have the look. And meeting with a witch of Tar Valon, no less."
The crowd has opened a space around you, the onlookers watching with interest.
"What is your name, boy?" the Whitecloak addresses Sivak. "And tell me: Do you walk in the Light?"