<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Murin Tanriel (http://)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Valdar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990 NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Plaza, boulevard between White Tower and Northharbor<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/>The sun had just begun to set, beginning to disappear behind the western horizon and filling the skies with an orange glow. Not many people on the streets of Tar Valon were paying attention to the time of day, however. The sounds of music and revelry filled the air, while entertainers displayed their skills and hawkers shouted their wares in mostly-vain attempts to be heard over the noise of celebration. Dancers had gathered in the square, with musicians all around working to play their diverse instruments in harmony. Tar Valon's Fair brought peace and happiness for a time, a distraction from the struggles of daily life and the petty grievances that it bred.<br/><br/>For the most part, at least. Setting down his mug after a long drink, a young man with short, dirty blond hair and a well-trimmed beard, began to move through the crowd in the direction of a scuffle that had broken out between two men. While music and dancing could certainly help people forget their troubles, strong drink sometimes led them into even worse trouble. Pushing his way through the crowd that had formed, the young man placed himself between the two brawlers, holding them apart. "Hold on now, fellows," he said, smiling, "this is a time for festivities, not violence and anger."<br/><br/>Both of them took a good look at the man who had interfered with their scuffle. He did not look particularly big, but they could feel that he was solid from the way he had managed to shove them apart. His clothing, a long green coat with a hood over a linen shirt and dark brown trousers, was well-made if plain. However, hanging from the leather belt buckled over his coat was a long sword, and the way that the young man carried himself said that he knew how to use it. Grimacing, both men nonetheless backed off, and the swordsman looked at each one and smiled. With that same smile, he also gave each of them a hard look with strange eyes that didn't match in colour, which clearly said that he was going to watch until they had gone their separate ways.<br/><br/>As the two men made their way in opposite directions through the crowd, which was fast returning to its usual revelries now that the fight had been broken up, Murin sighed and looked over to where he had put what remained of his drink. He wasn't on duty, but he also couldn't just ignore that sort of thing out on the middle of the streets, and let it ruin the fair for everyone else, himself included. Making his way through the busy square once again, he grabbed his tankard off of the barrel he had left it on, then sighed once more. It was empty.