Kahla wanders the halls, all to familiar with the otherwise complex layout of the college. A passing female in a robe gives her a polite smile and a girlish giggle. Another admirer, no doubt. Shaking her head, she walked into the room that was now her study. In the center, a large fireplace with depressing memories lay dormant. Kahla leaned forward and lay her hand on top of the brittle wood as it ignited beneath her touch. She stalked over to the single chair a front of it and slumped into it. Sighing loudly, she allowed her muscles to relax, her subconscious making her dream of the day that changed her life. The day she had slain Eruix. Suddenly the flicking lights at the hearth are covered in shadow, giving away to the fact that the fireplace no longer has a flame to keep it warmth, a strange and sudden occurrence to be sure. The room was now coated in the twilight darkness of sunset and a breeze blew in from a open window that was not open moments ago - someone was here. Even as Kahla's eyes would scan the room, she saw no one and yet a chilling echo of a voice rippled through the air. "So this is where you were hiding ..."
As if appearing from the shadows themselves, a man comes into view, though it's immediately obvious that he was different. He was especially petite as for as men go, though displaying lean muscle that one might mistake as a buffed up twig. In fact, he could've been mistaken for a woman if he hadn't the deep tone of a man. Adorned in red and gold armored plates that slid over black cloth, a deep red cloak on his back and a strange ornate blade at his side as he smirked at Kahla. The most striking features were his soft, pale skin and pointed ears that marked him as something else than human. As a magi, a legend flashed through the woman's mind - of creatures of beauty and grace, fair hair and skin that seemed to cascade as if water and pointed ears. This man was an elf, a creature of myth.
"Mmmm..." Despite his apparent beauty, there was a undertone of poison in his tone as he regarded the slayer of Eruix. "Doesn't appear you've awakened just yet. Good - this should make it easier and then I can leave this filthy place. To think I'm walking amongst humans ... disgusting." He scowled softly and pulled his blade from it's resting place, the strange metal shining like a distant star in the light of the setting sun. He pulled it back and shifted the weight on his feet into an obvious fighting stance - one that Kahla only partially recognized as a martial arts longsword style, but there were many difference in the way he stood that would throw her a bit off. He seemed intent on striking a blow in only a couple moments.