<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>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>A Crowded Pub<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>When she had entered the pub all the men were pounding mugs on the table and singing along with the Gleeman. She smiled around her, the energy felt wonderful. It had always been a weakness of hers to be drawn in by the rowdy good natured fun of a group of soldiers. She felt at home here, there was a bunch of city guards relaxing and playing games of chance. For the most part the City guards took quick notice of her robes and inclined heads in deference to the White Tower but for the most part the other patrons hardly took notice. It was well lit with the window shutters all thrown wide to allow the daylight and fresh breezes through but still even a well lit pub was somewhat dark when crowded with bodies. This pub was full to bursting because of the revelers outside and ongoing fair.<br/><br/>A rough looking Illianer, no doubt a sailor, grabbed her by the slender wrist and pulled her into his lap. "Blow on this would you, pretty lady. I need some luck," he growled at her though a his braided beard and mustache.<br/><br/>Ishara was inclined to slap him but part of her thought it was funny so she went with that, her gentler trusting nature getting the best of her. So with lips pursed she blew on a set of dice in the mans hands. Throwing them onto the table, he let out a yell that sounded more like a battle cry. The dice bounced on the hard wooden surface flipping end of end then came to rest with a pair of dragon's fangs. "The dark one's curse, I tell ya!" He growled and pushed her off his lap. "Fetch me a mug, Lass." Then following it up with a hard smack on her ass. She let out a yelp of her own and jumped in the direction of the bar.<br/><br/>As for Yfan, he would find the bar full of a variety of people, some getting rowdy at drinking and games, others gathered tightly around a rather scraggly looking gleeman on what amounted to a board on a couple hay bales. This place clearly had no proper stage and was just working with what they had for the duration of the festival.<br/><br/>The white dress of the Accepted blended in with the serving wenches more loose fitting tops that hung over their shoulders. But Ishara's very clean and straight pale blonde hair served as a perfect beacon. If Yfan noticed it he would also notice a couple of men standing at her backside as they went out a side alley door. It no doubt led to the stables or a servant entrance.<br/><br/>For Ishara's part she was struck by the notion that she was about to actually serve that man a mug. Laughing at herself she was about to turn back into the larger seating area in the direction of the gleeman when she felt a point jab into her side. The voice that spoke to her was raspy, deep, and had a northern inflection in the accent. "That's the tip of my dagger little girl. If you even wrinkle your pretty little nose I'll slide the blade between your ribs and end you. I know you White Tower wenches have your tricks but I'm not alone so just come with me."<br/><br/>Left with little choice she defaulted to a state of serenity and as slow as she could she moved to the side door that the man was guiding her to. "I'm not alone either you know. You'll not get away with whatever it is you think your doing.  What do you think your doing anyways," she said.<br/><br/>"Nevermind that, you'll know soon enough. Got someone that wants to meet you."<br/><br/>She had half turned her head to speak to him and caught a glimpse of the second man with him, another man. He was shorter, stocky and looked like he was Shienaran with his top knot and clean shaved head. She had seen them both and both had the Shienaran top knot. The man jabbed the tip in a bit and cut her side slightly so she hurried out the door with them both.<br/><br/>It was a narrow dark hallway with a plump looking man. His round face seemed almost fatherly. After a second she recognized him. "Master Marcel," she exclaimed. It was the grocer that came by weekly with loads of vegetables for the Novice's mess hall. He was a local business owner that had been doing business with the White Tower for longer then she was a part of it. An older man with dark gray hair, rosy red round cheeks, plump features, and always a smile. She had helped unload that man's cart many times over the years. "What's the meaning of this," she said. "What do you want and why are these men here. She brought a hand up from her side and it had a bit of blood on it. They hurt me, Master Marcel."<br/><br/>The plump grocer looked behind the Shienarans to see that the door was fully shut before he spoke. "You'll be coming with me now, Miss. Don't give us any trouble you hear. I've been told that they want you whether you are alive or not. Preferences for alive but I get my reward either way."  He was fidgeting nervously. "Let's get this done and be quick. This one's got noticeable hair. Put the bonnet on her.<br/><br/>A Shienaran roughly grabbed her by the shoulder while the other flipped a dirty beige bonnet over her hair and roughly tied it under her chin. Then the two of them took knives and cut away her accepted robes, snipping the sash holding it closed and pulling it down over her shoulders... Ishara was nude from the waist up but she was remaining calm and considering the situation. She reasoned out that she could escape from one of them but not two. Most of her weaves that she was good at involved fire that would most likely bring the whole pub down on them. Momentarily she considered burning the plump grocer alive and taking one of those Shienarans knives to stab the other in the face with it. Still, there was two warriors and they must all be Darkfriends. They pulled the robes down over her hips and one of them grabbed her breast roughly to give it a squeeze.<br/><br/>"Is that really necessary," Ishara said.<br/><br/>