Florence heard the woman's footsteps as hey approached in the hall. Her eyes felt heavy on him.

'"Thortan is outside, in a clearing with another to begin training."'

The ladies words were offsetting. Florence already could feel her immense power coming from the manor. He could feel the darkness in his bones. He wondered if only three people were in the manor. He was beginning to calculate his next moves. 

Would Florence need to incapacitate this woman? He could feel a power from her as well. A deep and strengthened power.

As he began to formulate a plan in his head, he waited for the opportune moment to grab his knife and try to attack this woman as soon as possible. Just a split-second before He went to grab his knife a blood-curdling scream rang throughout the manor. Florence felt the explosion of magical energy from the youngest source of magic in the nearby area. 

[i]What in he hell was that?[/i] Florence though to himself.

Looking back at the woman quickly, "We'll have to skip the formal introductions, I sense an uncontrolled magic in the backyard that could be dangerous."