<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Trainee.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Yfan Bravni<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Trainee<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ishara, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Gates just outside the White Tower<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Yfan, for his part, took a slow but steady pace back to the barracks. It was not especially slow in the context of the length of his leg, but relative to speeds he could achieve on the run. He found the barracks to be largely empty, and he judged that many of his fellow trainees were either on duty, or trying to wheedle out of them to attend the fair. There was one bookish trainee engrossed in some tome who did not look up as Yfan entered. The tall Kandori did not bother the reading trainee on his way to his bunk and chest.<br/><br/>Yfan drew open the chest and pulled out a change of clothing and personal grooming supplies. The man did not have the luxury of a warm bath, but instead used a bucket of water, soap, and a rag to clean himself. He unbound his hair and washed it too, taking the time to clean the sweat and dirt from the lustrous black locks. The man also took the time shave his face and the sides and back of his head, doing so by touch for want of a mirror. His hands were steady and sure and despite the sharp edge of the razor he did not even so much as nick himself. It was a testament to the training of the White Tower's masters that he could so. Yfan also removed his earrings, cleaned them, and then replaced the simple silver hoops in his ears. His black hair was drawn back and held in place by a bone woggle. It was a piece that Yfan had scrimshawed personally to have a whorling pattern.<br/><br/>The trainee dressed in clothing that was very similar to what he wore before. He had a loose grey tunic tunic of wool that had no sleeves, bound at the waist by a leather belt with a simple buckle of brass. He wore trousers of grey wool as well that were closer fitting but were not intended in any way to draw attention to or showcase his legs or backside. And then the same pair of leather boots that rose to mid-calf.<br/><br/>After he was ready Yfan placed his clothing in the laundry collection; trainees would do laundry as a set duty that rotated. Yfan himself was soon to face an allotment of it. The grooming kit was returned to his chest. While he knelt over the chest he paused, and then withdrew a small leather purse that had a few coins within it. The tall Kandori was not a wealthy man by any measure of the imagination, but he was frugal with his pay and much of it remained lodged in one of Tar Valon's banks. He had some ready coin on hand because it was sensible. He affixed the pouch to his belt with its string.<br/><br/>When he arrived near the gate it was at the time Ishara was speaking to one of the guards. He caught site of her caressing the man's hand, and then moved so as to be out of sight of the watchful Accepted. He waited for several minutes with his back to a wall for the interaction to draw to a close. It was none of his affair what she did with anyone, and his only care was not to interrupt. The trainee surreptitiously glanced around the corner, doing so in such a way as to avoid Ishara's searching eyes, and saw the two had parted from each other.<br/><br/>Yfan tucked his head back out of sight and walked out into plain view as if he had beheld nothing and only just now happened upon the path to the gate. He rounded the corner without fanfare and approached Ishara at a regular pace.<br/><br/>"Hello, Ishara." The tall Kandori said as he came within arm's distance to her. He stopped and gave a respectful bow to her. "I am prepared to accompany you to the fair."<br/><br/>He did smell a<em>lot</em>better now.