Being an Asha’man was not all it was cracked up to be sometimes. Sure, he had his own rooms (brown), his own uniforms (brown shirts beneath his black Asha’man uniform) and all these cool and secret customs to remember (brown, brown and more bloody brown), but he also had meetings and lessons and sessions which involved a lot more than Murdock had bargained for. There were more intricacies to the Brown Ajah than he had ever realised there would be. They have the wrong man, he thought as he sat there looking at the books he had been given as studying material. I just want to be left alone to my studies, surely they can appreciate that? But first he had to appease the Council, and apparently that involved helping with the recruitment of new aspirants as if he had not only just been Raised himself. Nope, even the Keeper of the Archives had a duty to his Ajah, no matter the fact that he had a tempestuous and grumpy M’Hael to appease. Blood and ashes, between Jaryd and the Council he wasn’t going to get any time for his own developments.
But it was what it was, and Murdock would have to endure. There was a room in the Brown Ajah quarters for potential Brown aspirants to come and ask questions in a safe, welcome environment. Because the Browns insisted on pandering to the stereotype given to them, this particular room was lined with shelves overflowing with books, and Murdock was expected to have some to talk about when people came in as if all the Browns ever did was sit around reading. Hah! Murdock had no huge interest in learning about anything much outside of his craft. One day they would realise this and leave him alone. Or Gentle him.
So there the man sat, large hands clasped together as he straightened his back and made sure his posture was just so. The brown stole of the Keeper settled over his slim shoulder, weighing him down almost as much as the oaths he had sworn. They itched still. Apparently he was to have an Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah to sit with as well, but Murdock had turned up first as the Accepted were still preparing the room for him. Two desks for the Browns, and then a couple of chairs in front of them, with a few Accepted loitering in the rest of the room. They were close to Raising and could also answer most questions. If they made it through the Stairs, they would no doubt join the Brown Ajah.
Now who in the Light was going to be accompanying him today? It had better be someone interesting, or someone silent. Anything in between was intolerable to the man, especially when he hadn’t been out of the Tower in weeks.


