((Aerandir and I seem to have posted at the same time, editing post accordingly))

Corrin - Old House, Garbage Dump, Alabar, Branchwood

Corrin looked at the two fugitives for the first time. One was female and the other male, and they both looked like they had spent several days on the run.

"Actually, Atles didn't send me, your headmaster did." She said adressing the two. "My name is Corrin. I work for a...seperate...branch of the military that not a lot of people know about." she tucked the brooch safely away in her pocket. "The headmaster of the Sorcerer's Acadamy contacted us directly when he lost track of your group. I was the only one that was sent. We're trained to work alone. It took me quite a while to get here. I don't know if since I've left word has reached Atles of your capture, or what they'd be planning on doing about it. My guess is that the King would be more willing to pin the blame on a couple of renegade sorcerers and deny all affiliation with Atles herself."

Just then the door to the old house opened behind her. Dammit, she thought, I've been followed. Corrin spun around, pulling a long dagger out of her hidden boot-sheath. Then she blinked in surprise. The intruder was a round, rather confused-looking man.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "What are you doing here?"

Then the man raised his left arm and the door suddenly flew shut. I hate magic, Corrin thought. But it was useful in this instance. Aerandir then brandished his own weapon and had the man pinned against the wall.