[u]Khan[/u]

Khan smiled and bowed his own head in return to her politeness, introducing herself and continuing her rather elegant greeting. He noted the aura of smugness coming off her for some reason but he didn’t mind, finding little worry in a harmless thing. Shala seemed humble enough as she casted off his compliments with politeness he would’ve longed to see in a few of his less than savory students, Alaira and the female Naga for starters. At her comment about merely being a pet, he chuckled lightly with amusement.

 “Everyone starts as something and regardless of the role; in this odd world it all places some needed piece. Even if we can’t always see it currently. “ Khan answered before jerking his head up to spot someone, dressed in a grey cloak with fur trimming along the edges, draw near. Feeling rather aware of his kneeing position, the Esyire lifted upwards in time to hear the man reprimand his stone wolf. 

When the arguement had died, Khan immediately noted several things about the man. One he wore a cloak far too thick for even the ending summer months and seemed to shield his head from the sun’s dying light which even wouldn’t harm Lucilia or Colette very much. Next came the brief pinkish coloring of the man’s eyes. The most obvious sign of being a vampire and clearly a skittish one from his hastiness to be away, something Khan didn’t think was wise. Following his instinct the Headmaster called out. 

“She wasn’t any trouble and it wasn’t my intention to offend you by speaking with her. I can tell you’re not a student, Nhane, isn’t it? Yet clearly from seeing Shala, I can tell you’re a Necromancer. Currently the Opening Feast will begin this evening and I believe you might benefit from meeting our resident Necromancy as well as our Herbamancy teacher, Lucilia. She’s a vampire like yourself and one of my trusted staff at Twilight College.” Khan waited a moment to gage the man’s reaction.

However he didn’t simple remain in place, his eyes noted another man who he mistaken to be another vampire only to note the pale blue eyes and the fact he wasn’t hiding his face. His face seemed to have a slightly uncomfortable expression, added to the baggy eyes and weary appearance from lacking sleep made the Headmaster a bit concern. Khan knew those signs well because he often suffered from them in the absence of others. Still within staying within eyesight of Nhane, Khan’s long strides cut the distance between the second man and himself in moments. Focusing on other’s pain was easier than dealing with his hand, the throbbing edged a little farther to his wrist as he continued to ignore it. The small holes that burrowed pass his tough scales increased their bleeding to start to stain the sleeve of his tunic red, slightly. He inwardly hoped it would end up dying down before he was forced to fix it, the healer Samuel’s last lecture and threats to become his babysitter- or worse, ask Lucilia to-hadn’t exactly encourage the Esyire to rush to visit the infirmary right away.

“If you’re in pain, I suggest seeing the Healer in the infirmary. Samuel might have something which might help…” Khan gently suggested to the man, placing a hand upon the shoulder. The Esyire's eyes looked to see if Nhane had still been walking away. Personally the Headmaster had hoped his mention of having a vampire teacher might provoke a need to stay or at least a curiosity.