<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>Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Near the Amyrlin, Headed to the Faire<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Aelrin followed closely behind the group serving as the sort of rear guard. He had tactfully stayed away from the Amyrlin as she did whatever she did with the One Power. He had seen the move a dozen times at least made easy to spot, for him, because of the blurry quality of the face that was otherwise impeccably sharp to his eyes. Adjusting the bow so that it sat more easily on his left shoulder he walked down the path with them. There was quite a crowd tonight and no shortage of festivities to partake in. He had had his mind set on a few gambling dens he could make a few quick profits from but alas it was not meant to be.<br/><br/>A conversation held a few days back, it felt, swam back into his mind. Kimika Sedai had asked him if he wished to participate in the cities archery contest this night. It felt a bit wrong to show up all the young hopefuls but perhaps it would give the newer recruits some respect for him. It was difficult being a man of some youth when most of the Masters were veritable veterans of the battlefield. Still he wore the fact that he was the Tower's Master of Archery with a heavy sense of pride and responsibility. It was for that reason that some of the Aes Sedai, very very few but some, had request his teaching. Perhaps it was because archery required a degree of focus while swordsmanship required more finesse and grace. The latter was certainly useful but the former was of greater use to an Aes Sedai.<br/><br/>At least that was his thinking on the subject. Of course Kimika Sedai was busy speaking with the Amyrlin herself so he couldn't bloody well interrupt without ending up demoted to washboy for the rest of his life. Assuming he was lucky and no nearby Reds tried to execute him on suspicion of being a channeller, darkfriend, or both. Ah but that was unfair. The Reds could be a civil bunch it was just more difficult if you were a man sometimes.<br/><br/>The archer continued to let his eyes scan the various fairegoers until either someone snapped him from his guard duty or Kimika was done speaking with the Amyrlin. His supposed replacements, one of his more promising students, was supposed to take over for him before the archery contest started. Perhaps, he thought to himself, Kimika was putting in a good word for him. She had always been kind that way discussing the future Sisters he might have chance to bond with. It was good to be friends with the Mistress of Novices when that was your end goal. The fact that she was kind and a healer was simply a handy benefit.