Aiden nodded, patting Blake on the back as he began to take his friend with him.  "Of course.  We've been shield-brothers ever since we entered the Academy!"  He laughed, knowing very well that it was in fact true.  Despite Blake's thoughts on owing his a debt, Aiden just wanted to see his friend be successful in their endeavors.  "Come on, we need to get to the barracks.  Captain Duncan is waiting for all of us."  He said, as he began to jog, making sure to go slow enough for Blake to catch up.  He would pass two Drow's, a dark skinned cousin of the Vel.

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As she continued reading, she looked up, and noticed a Dwarf praying to The Mother.  She giggled quite a bit at the sight.  Although a Dwarves were followers of The Mother, it was quite odd to see on being so centered around faith.  She stood up, closed her book, and approached him.  "You seem troubled, Master Dwarf.  Only someone who has a predicament would be praying this hard."  She smiled down at him.  She was quite short for a Human, but she was taller than a standing Dwarf.  "I can pray with you if you like.  Perhaps The Mother will hear your prayers better."  She offered, a kind tone to her voice.  She looked like and even acted like an angel, but of course it was quite obvious that she was a Human.  "I am Elizabeth, a Priestess here.  It's nice to meet you, Master Dwarf."

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At this time, the city would be bustling with civilians and soldiers alike.  The sun would shine down upon the streets, lighting up everywhere other than the alleys, which were very narrow and tight spaced.  Large pipes would circle around some buildings, for they were the power of the city.  Technology was new, but it was developing faster than ever.  Of course, it was fueled by artificial magic, for this was the Human capital, and much of it was needed to develop new technologies.  Steam would rise from an alley every now and again, as valves were being turned by slaves and working parties.  The Slaves, in particular, worked the hardest.  It was not that they were forced into slavery, but rather were in debt.  They were determined to pay off their due's, but it was in vain.  The aristocratic businessmen that owned them would find any reason to keep their workers, for the labor they did was helping the noblemen!  Of course, there were kind blue-bloods that would treat their workers fairly, even feed them better than a third-class citizen, but it was rare.  The birds would continue to fly over the city.  And if one could see out the walls, a man on a carriage would be riding into the city...in a hurry.