[u]Khan[/u]

At Uicle’s amusement, Khan turned his head to look at the armored soul with a raised eyebrow. He noted the teacher held the goblet in hand and gently swirled it, it’s distinct and pepper smell fell a bit short of overpowering the dwarven ale. However didn’t mean it was any less harsh after all, it wasn’t called Dragon Spite for nothing. Most described it like drinking dragon’s flame, the effect just as hard and strong on the stomach to those never had to travel to Yarosmere. Khan’s first unusual experience with came from dare he never would take again. One glass was enough for him to last a life time. 

Though right now, he rather drink that then Samuel’s medicine as he heard Uicle’s baiting. Casually he watched the necromancer lowered his hand and patted the metal head of the bulldog golem. The beast was gnawing vigorous, though quietly, a trapped metal scrape betwixt his paws. His steel teeth made soft grinding sounds followed by low murmurs, clear audible sounds the Golem enjoyed his prize. The moment shorted lived when Uicle glance the entering students, chatter and enjoyment seemed to fill the hall in the teacher’s wait until the last had arrived then found seats. His dark tone and threat indicated his irritation at the half elf student, Alaira, a fact Khan over looked. Mainly it was because of Uilce’s earlier comment. 

The Headmaster’s mouth scowled at the duel mageblood user with a tightened jawline at his mentioned about the healer’s reaction. Despite the intense frown that disapproved the truthful matter, Uicle, who realized the Esyire’s glare upon him, turned to him. He seemed to give Khan the distinct feeling he was smirking while he raised the glass in a toast then set down. As much as Khan would’ve liked to avoid the foul stuff, the idea of interrupting the Opening Feast and being talked down by the old healer wouldn’t suit his image too well with the students. 

Khan’s shoulders relaxed, reluctantly, when he answered. “Very well but my next glass will have to be stronger than this, at least in taste. As for Alaira, I have faith she’ll behave. Despite her blunt dislike of me or few others, she’s gotten a good heart and with time, she’ll temper that wild spirit of hers for better use. Until, it just needs time.” 

No longer stalling, Khan’s not bandaged hand reached for a smooth glass vial. He brought it up to his mouth his teeth clamped down and seized the porous cork before he pulled it off. It made a small pop when it came away. His hand slowly drained the murky, colorless liquid into the still ale. The liquid rippled until the last of it sank underneath and once more appeared unchanged, the evidence hidden by taste and strong odor. After he set the vial down, the Headmaster’s fingers grasped the goblet and spin the liquid in a childish attempt to stall. Eventually he sipped the ale, his face turned up into a bitter expression mixed between disgust and dislike. It seemed Samuel had given him a much stronger batch then his norm. Khan forced it down quickly, his hand placed the goblet down just as fast with his comment. 

Coughing lightly, Khan straightened up to give Uicle and slightly amused look. “Leave it to Sam to give me the stronger doses. I’m starting to understand why the students avoid the infirmary now…” 

[u]Mar[/u] 

[i]Where was he?[/i] Mar wondered in irritation, her patient driven short by the lengthened day and it’s end drawn closer. Her reptile eyes shifted through the students that pressed towards the soon crowded Dining Hall and the event soon begin. In reality, Mar didn’t need to eat as she had eaten a few weeks prior thus it was pointless to be there for the food, her reason was more because of Tyrael she had chose to attend. Otherwise she likely would’ve found some where dark and dry to stay until her room was done. The fallen Orc didn’t often request something of her, her mind set on answering this rarity and ensured to follow through with it. To her it seemed larger then it should’ve been but she did owe something to him for leading her here. If not for his interference with the council, likely her life would’ve been forfeited or worse. 

Her tail was pressed against the Hallway wall to avoid tripping any students or provoking potential biped hotheads, something she’s avoided for now. At thoughts of provoking her eyes shifted to the still dark shadow that seemed to follow her around. Everywhere she went the thing seemed to follow her around like some stray dog or animal, provided endless frustration. It likely knew this and reported back to its master, whoever it was, a few times then returned. Or she lost its location only to have it find her again, the Naga wasn’t certain. She pressed her back firmly into the wall and arms crossed in front, her current appearance the same as her arrival. It would have to do, she cared little how others would view her lacking top or bare chest. For Naga this dress was norm. 

When Althalus’s form finally showed himself, Mar’s body would’ve drawn from the wall and slither towards him. It was a causal gesture that would seem harmless though she wasn’t sure if his quick quips or jest would change that, her mind still unsettled by being in a strange place. Right now, it wouldn’t take much to earn a tail smack from her.