<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, Closed<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training Grounds, running track<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"As the Accepted wishes." Yfan said, bowing his head. He could have fenced with her, although it would have been poor<em>sport</em>in his condition. But he could still take up a blade and provide her with something. "I have faced Shadowspawn in worse condition than this, Accepted." The tall man told her as he trundled towards the forge to divest himself of the barrel of nails. "I say this only for the Accepted's knowledge; I do not question your direction." The trainee was quick to add, again with all of the respect and deference that Ishara was due. "I shall consider as the Accepted directs."<br/><br/>Yfan maintained an even, somewhat swift pace to the forge. It was due in part to very long legs and benefit derived from the punitive exercise itself, added atop many years of training in his mother country. Certain muscles burned and some twinged with pain but the trainee gave no outward indication that he suffered. He replaced the barrel in its proper place and then took a direct course to the mess hall reserved for males. Trainees, Valdar, Masters who lacked a bond, all took their meals in this mess hall and resided in the barracks nearby. Yfan was no different.<br/><br/>Transition to Barracks and Mess Hall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234957.0)