What's the deal with that word, anyway? "Gleeman"? Why not just call it a bard and leave it at that like normal people would do? "Gleeman" brings images of horrific maniacal jesters to mind, worse creatures than Darkfriends could ever hope to be. The old man who just burst out of the inn is far from those images, which is comforting but not quite fitting. I can't relate this guy to standing on his head and singing like a loon.
The door slams behind him and the first thing he does is swivel around to glare at it, and that's just so goofy that I wonder if maybe calling him a gleeman might be suitable after all. It's kind of sad, really. This is probably going to be our wise old mentor, and here he is leering at innocent doors. At least he's not condescending like Nynaeve.
