<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Rhoven Bryce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11565549#msg11565549)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Valdar, formerly Gaidin<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Raine Alvare<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Just outside the Amyrlin’s Office<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Brooding<br/><hr/><br/>Rhoven had received two letters that day, the first by regular courier, and the second sealed with the Amyrlin’s signet, delivered by a hurried novice who ran off before he could speak a word to her. Neither had been letters he particularly wanted to get, but neither could really be ignored. The letter from the Amyrlin especially so. He had apparently been ordered to report to her offices, and be prepared to act as an escort for her trip to the faire, which he had some apprehensions about. Orders were orders, and it was something to keep him busy and focused… But on the other hand, protecting the Amyrlin was almost certainly too heavy a duty for someone who had failed at that job once before. He supposed he at least wouldn’t be the only one there, and the city was likely to be safe regardless. He finished up his training routine (alone, as was usually the case), before bathing, shaving and picking out some presentable clothes. Thus, he had arrived in a part of the tower he rarely visited, cleaned up, wearing an eye patch for once (only on the rare occasions where public appearances were necessary), and dressed in a dark blue coat that came to his mid-thigh, with a cream shirt beneath, and his sword at his belt. If it were up to him, every Warder in the Tower would have been escorting the Amyrlin and her companions, but, he was often told he was overprotective since… The incident.<br/><br/>It appeared that the Amyrlin was occupied with someone, and Rhoven was loathe to interrupt. He knocked softly, just to announce his presence, but remained outside, folding his arms and standing by the wall outside to wait for her business to conclude. Sadly, it gave him time to ponder the other letter in his pocket, from his family. Well, from his mother, specifically. He was no longer on speaking terms with the rest of his family. What do you mean you’re running off to Tar Valon? His father had demanded. They were a family of good Queen’s men, and they served the Queen and Andor. What, was being a guardsman not good enough for him? Had he no sense of duty? The conversation had not gone well. His mother, at least, had been proud, but, she kept asking how Janna was doing. Rhoven hadn’t had the heart to tell them about it, even after the year or so it had been. How did you explain that you had abandoned your family and tradition to run off for adventure, and then fail at your singular goal? He signed inwardly. He would have to lie, of course. Again. As he had near every month since then.<br/><br/>The lies he would have to cook up for his response would come later, he supposed. For now, he would have to focus on his duties for the night, and the safety of the Amyrlin. He didn’t anticipate many threats in the city itself. At least not more than he anticipated anywhere else. Tar Valon was probably the safest city in the world, but there would be crowds, and outsiders. Too easy for someone to slip in and get close. He would have to be extra vigilant so that the Amyrlin and her companions for the evening could enjoy the festivities.