<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Aelrin Delenos<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Archery<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Rhoven, Raine, Serain, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Amyrlin's Chamber<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Aelrin checked his hat just one more time as he walked the halls of the White Tower. It was always a bit unnerving to be so deep in the haven of the Sisters when he was not a channeller. He had once wished he could experience what they did when they held the One Power. It sure seemed like the loved the experience as if it was a sweet as the desserts his mother used to make. Of course he promptly remembered the destruction and faces of men who had caused havoc and then been dealt with by the Reds. It was not often a pretty sight.<br/><br/>He came dressed in his finest clothes that were loose enough to move easily in the case of an attack but festive enough to let him blend in. Purple was the color of the season wasn't it? Aelrin was never one to keep up with current trends nor was he sure that Aes Sedai actually cared about such things. He was ever grateful, however, that he was not forced into a similar dress code as the novices or Accepted. White was a color that he felt ill suited him. That and he didn't look all to good in a dress as far as he was aware. Nonetheless he approached the Amyrlin's office to answer her previous summons. She had requested a guard for the fair and he, as Master of Archery, was one of those asked to fulfill the task. He doubted any would be foolish enough to strike at the Amyrlin in Tar Valon but then again Whitecloaks were a mad bunch.<br/><br/>He caught sight of the novice and the Amyrlin as they spoke as well as the Warder waiting outside. He recognized the man as Rhoven Bryce. He had been a proper Gaidin once and lost his Sister. A truly terrible fate. Perhaps if the man's eye were still with him he might have the position Aelrin possessed. Aelrin had always desired the chance to have a match between them when they were both at their height but alas it had never come to pass. He still harbored a great deal of respect for the man all the same.<br/><br/>The Master of Archery would have stopped at Rhoven's side if he did not get the sense from the two women's body language that they had finish their conversation.<br/><br/>"Good to see you Valdar Rhoven," Aelrin said as he passed the man and entered the open chamber "and a good day to you as well Amyrlin."<br/><br/>He gave the Amyrlin a long and proper bow while making sure his bow, currently over his left shoulder, did not fall off during the gesture. At least the dark green cloak he was wearing allowed for him to make some sort of little flourish. When meeting the Amyrlin he felt it necessary to be a bit more refined than he might otherwise have acted or dressed. He looked up at Raine then turned his eyes to the presumed novice at least if what she was wearing was any indication of her status.<br/><br/>"Ah, and a pleasure to meet you as well," he said looking at Serain and tipped his hat as a greeting before setting himself upright once more "I do hope I have not interrupted anyhing. I have come to help escort the Amyrlin to the fair."