<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>A Crowded Pub<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>One Ishara = One Riot<br/><hr/><br/>Yfan cooperated with Ishara's attempts to get her arm through his because the alternative was an effort he did not feel up to making. It was neither pleasing nor unpleasing to him that she chose to do so, and the trainee did not take it as anything special, nor as some gesture uniquely directed at him. In his mind, Ishara would do the same for any other male and that did not bother him. It was consistent with what he knew of her - whether what he knew was correct or not was another matter. He followed her lead into the city and away from the White Tower.<br/><br/>When Ishara pointed out a gathering his vision followed where she directed. He took in the sight of the carts. They were very colourful, and when they reached the gathering Ishara was proven correct. He watched the same display that she did. The card trick and appearance of the rabbit was impressive sleight of hand. When Ishara turned to him he tried to smile for her, but the scar on his face made it at best an unpleasant, lop-sided expression. It was of no consequence, however; Ishara was soon off and caught up in some new novelty that attracted her attention and Yfan was left behind in the wake of the woman's attention drawn elsewhere.<br/><br/>He followed after Ishara as best as he was able to, but when she disappeared within the press of bodies Yfan was left to stand outside. The crowd may have been permeable to Ishara's slender build, but Yfan would only find admittance if he were to physically displace people to make a path. With the crowd in such a drunken state Yfan was disinclined to engage in the rough shoving he would need to get into the pub.<br/><br/>The trainee pursed his lips when he realized that he'd lost Ishara. That was not an ideal situation. If a master were to see it Yfan imagined he would be running, in irons, for the rest of the week.<br/><br/>Why was the Creator such a cruel and indifferent entity?<br/><br/>With an indifferent sigh, Yfan began to force his way into the pub, to angry, drunken protests of those his mass displaced to make such an entrance. Curses were hurled his way and the honour of his mother much impugned. With little trouble and some effort, Yfan forced his way into the crowded pub in search of Ishara. His eyes sought her out amidst the crowd; Yfan focused his attention on wherever trouble seemed brewing.