<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>Mess Hall, a quiet table<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Yfan ate without relish. This was not because he found the food wanting or poor, although it was a haphazard portioning of whatever remained. Much of the bread he was given was heels and crusts from loaves used to other ends for those who were not kept from attending the mess hall at the proper hour. But the Kandori man was not complaining, nor did he show any signs of displeasure. He was ambivalent as he consumed. It would be expected because of his singular size and mass that he would be a big eater, but this went beyond that. It was a necessity, however, given how Healing weaves used the body's energies to repair what was damaged.<br/><br/>"I do not condemn." The man said softly when she confronted him about confronting the Valdar. "They were saying inappropriate things; one of them spoke of how two of them enjoyed the attentions of an Accepted with prodigious breasts at the same time." Yfan told her, words soft and without prudish nor relish in regards to the salacious nature of the snippet overheard.<br/><br/>He nodded when she directed him as to how he was to address her. The question that followed saw Yfan's large shoulders rise and fall in an uncertain shrug. "I offer the typical platitude that it is for the masters to decide when I am fully trained . . . and my sincerest uncertainty. There are distinct stages to the training process, but as no two men are perfectly identical, the time each man spends in each phase is not set." He raised his mug to his lips and drained it, pouring it full again from the jug given to him. He glanced over at a group of Valdar, and narrowed his eyes. "Each of those men ranks above me. Each is more skilled with their blades than I am, and each knows more sword forms than I do." The mug came to Yfan's lips again, and it was half empty when it returned to the table. His pale blue eyes turned back to Ishara and he met her eyes gray green. "On the sands I could defeat none of them. And though I know this will earn me even more of your disdain . . . I know that if they came upon me in a dark alley intent on my life, each would go to the grave a pauper."<br/><br/>Yfan's eyes did not linger long upon Ishara's. He spoke with dispassion and his eyes held no vainglory. The words were not braggadocio, though hew felt certain Ishara would take it as such.<br/><br/>"I think it will be a long time before I am fully trained. If I make it to Valdar, I think that is where I will fail." Yfan told Ishara as the food on his plate steadily disappeared into his mouth. "I have never commanded. Nor did I ever aspire to." But that was part of a Valdar's training. "The Master of Arms is hard, and I think his loss will only make him harder. But this will be for the best: only the greatest men will be made Warders. And the Aes Sedai have need only of the best men." Yfan spoke with undisguised respect for the Master of Arms, and of the harshness he was reputed to possess.<br/><br/>The man shifted his weight to be more comfortable on the bench, and gave the final question she posed due consideration. "At the risk of further derision . . . I am ambivalent. Trollocs are fearsome. More fearsome than men. I am . . . not afraid . . . in knowing that I will face Shadowspawn again. I have slain trollocs. I have felt the fear of the Eyeless's gaze. Knowing that I will face such again does not bother me any more than knowing I will face the sun and the rain again. When it happens, I feel as I feel. But simply knowing? It is not . . . anything . . . to me." He looked to her face, searching for any sort of understanding in her features, but he did not anticipate that she would.<br/><br/>"I wish I had been born a lightning bolt, Ishara." He confessed quietly to her, his eyes falling back to his food and he ate at greater speed, expecting to face scorn from the blonde across from him.