<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Accepted<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(ready for the Test)</span><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Yfan, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>An alley behind a crowded pub (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234951.msg11574199#msg11574199) -> White Tower Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>They made their way from the city back into the White Tower, the trip was short as they had only been a couple blocks away. Ishara's friend the guard took a step forward to greet them on arrival, there was a short formal phrase for welcoming back people but it was clear he did it because he saw her limping at Yfan's side and leaning against him. With a gesture of her hand she waved him away.<br/><br/>"I'm alright, guardsmen... Just a minor accident. We'll see ourselves to the infirmary."<br/><br/>No more then a few feet inside and Yfan scooped her up and into his arms, her long legs dangling over his right arm. Ishara put her arms around his neck to steady herself and leaned against his chest. The big man quickly turned it into a dead run, which was just as well because she was starting to feel a bit light headed by it all. Though the wound wasn't terrible it was untreated, not bandaged, and still bleeding a lot with every movement. She smiled up at him and patted him on the face, running her finger along a scar.<br/><br/>"I'll be fine you big ox... Don't go causing a scene..."<br/><br/>It was no use though, he ran her all the way to the infirmary and didn't stop until he put her onto a bed. Resting back onto the surface caused her to wince a bit. "Hand me some cloth, I'll hold it on the wound until one of the Sisters joins us."