[u]Khan[/u]
At Uicle’s comment, the Headmaster’s head raised from his fingers and tilted towards where the armor’s head seemed to look. He mildly chuckled before he spoke. “If she does, I’ll have Rathel interfere or another demon prevent the fight from starting. Even if I have involve myself. 

Khan’s hand went for another vial and poured its contents into the goblet brought by Lidda as the teacher reached to place in front of him. In the other hand was her own filled tray, fruit and vegetables mostly, which almost seemed ready to spill over Uicle’s head if she turned too fast. Thankfully, she was very good at multitasking or any other time, Uicle’s head would’ve been a fruit salad. Again, the Vitamancer’s appearance changed, this time a female version of a Faun, her bottom half were elegant goat’s legs and curved horns spiraled around the sides of her now blond, curly hair. “There you go, nice hot Ember fresh from the Scorch Lands courtesy of Lucilia’s connections.”

“Thank you Lidda.” 

She waved it off, her body turned and trotted to take her seat. Naturally her small tail jiggled in pleasure when her words spoke otherwise at his thanks. “Geeze, you say it’s like a chore or requirement and it’s not. Relax with the formal stuff, it doesn’t fit you well Khan!” 

Khan merely shook his head after her. Slowly he slipped it with caution, his face turned into a slightly less bitter expression then before now that he had experienced it once already. The Ember liquid was hot and warmed his gullet on its way down, settled within his stomach, while his eyes looked over the students mass. Their attention mostly on seeking someone they could rely on within the school and while most adapted well- he noted several promising interactions- there was some that had their difficulties. Being alone among strangers made it hard to adjust. The pain dulled by the combination of medicine and Zaad’s absence, inwardly grateful the demon won’t push his current luck, had caused the Esyire to relax again.

However Khan’s peace seemed far too shortly lived. The flicker of a blade caught his attention when the Half Eysire from earlier had drew her weapon and pressed it to a green Eysire’s throat. The young dragonoid seemed terrified as his hand reached for a coin purse, slowly edged towards her and pleaded her to take instead of his life. Khan’s body tensed. His breath held and fingers wringed his cup for an edgy moment, considering his options and edged to stand. He only stopped when she had released the student, noted how the motley gather crowd had started to pull slightly away. Fear that the half Eysire was crazy. They parted a path when she headed for her seat, then when it seemed her current friend was busy, she had left. 

Khan’s eyes watched her departing figure for a moment, his mind debated on either sitting back down or going after her. Out of the corner of his eye, the Headmaster had finally noted Tryael’s arrival. The Fallen Orc seated at the table now officially surveying the new arrivals with idle interest.

 It seemed it was about time to start the demonstrations and while he hated not being able to go after the young female, Khan had to consider his higher duties. One of the many pains of being a Headmaster, he couldn’t just do as he pleased anymore... Since Rathel hadn’t arrived, his mind reached for the demon’s and discovered a pleasant surprise. It seemed he already gotten in contact with the student on route during her exit. Which meant it was time to get this started and finish the night on a high note, namely with the highlight of the tonight’s events. 

He looked at the teachers, both on his right and left, when he commented. “Well, I’ll get us started into the demonstrations then before the night draws to a close, shall I? “ 

Without waiting for an answer, the Headmaster’s chair made a loud squeal when he rose to his feet and the waited until the music fell silent. His hand tapped the Rune at his throat to activate it. His voice boomed over the Dining Hall walls enough to allow the rest to amplify it over the student’s chatter. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, future Students of Twilight College,” Khan began as everything fell into silence, his face display his pleasure about what was to come. “Now for the highlight of the Evening: a demonstration of Each Mage Blood from the many masters within the Twilight College and a show of what you will learn within these very walls. However, what you choose to do with that Knowledge you gain within Twilight is a decision only you can make and I only hope it is ones that better the future. It is with my deep regret that our current Hydromancer master, Joseph Windsor, is ill for the current Feast. So the Necromancy [i]and[/i] Hydromancy demonstrations will be performed by Uicle this evening. As for Joseph’s students, both new and old, he tells me to inform you he hopes to be walking around and healthy come tomorrow morning for classes. To start off will be the Electromancy teacher Serge Sorrelwood and Pyromancy teacher Xeric Firestone.”

When their names were spoken, the two teachers rose from their seats while Khan once more sat down. It was one male Human and the other was a female Esyire, their figures quietly rose to step in front of the head table. The blond haired man had looked to be between his early thirties and late forties, his appearance rather clean and military kept despite his hair being set on end. His left eye green, the other covered by a leather patch, scanned over for a brief moment over the students. His fellow teacher, Xeric Firestones shortly followed to stand beside him. Her body was long and lithe, her scales an off white against the black formal dress she wore. Her feet bared and tail swished from underneath in her wake, she showed no nervousness when all eyes stared at them. 

“For those who don’t know what their Bloods are or unsure what you will learn for them, allow these small displays to enlighten you with just a taste of the possibilities.” When his words died, the man’s hand at his side had started to crackle and spark with an electrical current. 

He slowly raised the clawed hand while it charged and gathered strength then released it! A bolt flickered out and onto the Dining Hall’s roof. It boomed upon impact, the sound brief, harsh and deafening, but instead of sparks showing downwards, it stuck up there. Like liquid or a living thing, it seemed to lurk there in wait. The air seemed to be alive with some invisible energy that had surrounded the students. In moments anything metal within the Dining Hall started to float upwards. Objects made from pure metal, like steel blades to the more durable silverware, started to elevate upwards easily while objects like hair and decorative laced with small amounts were easily anchored in place yet still affected. Serge’s eyes had been set upon the place with intense focus easily kept the magnetic field in place until even the heaviest item had rose more then a foot off the ground at least then he snapped his fingers and broke his eye contact. Immediately everything dropped back down suddenly into place. The blades and weapons all seemed land with their points down and thumped into the nearest wooden surface, never once hit a student. Serge then stepped away back to his seat, allowing the next teacher to start.