<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/>When Yfan and Isharra arrived at the mess hall there were few occupants. Some older men of Valdar ranked sat together at tables, nursing mugs of ale and discussing in low tones those they were in command of, or else swapping bawdy tales as men were wont to do. The latter group quickly found other things to discuss at the Accepted's presence, or else simply drank in the sight of the blonde woman for the rare draught that it was.<br/><br/>There was not much left, as Isharra had threatened. Yfan did not complain, but he did remind the mess staff that he was to have increased portions at Shayella Sedai's advice. Dropping the name of an Aes Sedai was sufficient to get Yfan a tray loaded with vegetables, fruit, cheese, and some meat. What the food lacked in fineness made more than made up for in quantity. He was given a mug and a jug of ale to go with it. The trainee selected a table and sat.<br/><br/>He first sipped from the mug, and held the liquid in his mouth. Then he slowly swallowed. He was so dry that it almost hurt. Yfan repeated this until he was comfortable drinking. He broke some bread and set it to soak in juices that flowed from the meat, and then slowly downed the softened bread. From there he branched out, once he was over the initial discomfort of having food and drink in him. As he ate and drank, Yfan glanced at Isharra, but each time it was deferent and anticipatory; the man waited for her to address him before speaking further.