<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Accepted<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(ready for the Test)</span><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Yfan, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>White Tower Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/><em>“We can get you fixed up in no time.”  &lt;Shayella&gt; said to Ishara, her voice both compassionate and confident.  “What happened?” </em><br/><br/>Ishara relaxed her mind as best she could, steadying herself for the gently poking and proding that would occur as Shayella examined her. She opened her mouth to speak but Yfan was already replying to her about what happened, because he looked a bit anxious to Ishara. At least as anxious as a stoney faced Kandori man could look. She choose not to speak until after he was finished.<br/><br/>"Yfan is correct," Ishara said quietly as she was being healed. "It was my fault, Shayella Sedai. I was impetuous and let curiosity get the better of me by launching myself directly into a crowded pub. I was heedless of the dangers and didn't properly mind the gentlemen, Yfan, who I am sure was trying to warn me to not run off. Before I knew it I was cornered in a backroom by three armed men. Well two armed Shienarans and one local. Yfan was quickly in the room and wrestled them away from me. I owe him my life. Not to mention him getting me here with as much haste as we could. We really didn't want to call attention to the fact that I was wounded. Yfan covered me so no one would see."<br/><br/>Ishara paused a bit and looked to Yfan, whom she hadn't really shared all the details of the conversation with or even how well she knew the Tar Valon man. She let out a soft sigh as the healing was finishing, a gentle drowsiness and sense of thirst starting to build in her.<br/><br/>"Shayella Sedai. That man that was organizing the attack, and it was organized. Well, it was Master Marcel the town grocer that brings produce to the novice's mess hall. I know him well. I was not mistaken. He seemed nervous and they were trying to strip me and dress me in other clothes to take me some place by force. I think they were trying to kidnap me? But I don't understand why. I'm no one of note. Who do you think I should tell this too?"