Memnoch sat, his eyes darting from each individual person to the next. The threat of the room seeming to grow with each passing second. Suddenly a chill ran through him, a chill he knew all to well, one that usually involved a mage using magic.

His body tensed as he felt the presence of a new mage within the room. His chair kicked out from under him suddenly, which should have sent him to the ground. Instead his natural instincts kicked in, seeming to slow everything down considerably. His cold blue eyes went almost red as he caught himself easily with his free hand, and swung himself upwards.

Flipping backwards with ease he landed gracefully on his two feet. His swords upon his waist were brought out in a flash before he had even landed and brought up to the new mage.

His reddened eyes faded as the rush of hormones passed through his body and faded. He snorted as the man disappeared. He turned and walked from the room, if the Prince would ever need him, he knew where to find him.

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