[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

[b]"A spring festival."[/b] Iraleth responded to Chunji's inquiry, seeing no harm in doing so. She slammed a fist into the smoke, nodding as it failed to find purchase upon flesh. [b]"Meant to celebrate the end of winter and the beginning of the planting season."[/b]

The door to the classroom opened, and Iraleth glanced over to behold multiple Mannekin walking into the room and...taking a seat? Controlled by Bronsteel again, or someone else? The explanation as to why they were here didn't engender confidence. More competitive shenanigans? As if the entrance examination and segregating the students into teams wasn't bad enough. She would have to ask the High Bishop exactly what was going on here should she ever have the opportunity. Did he approve of this method of forging heroes, or was this the faculty's brainchild? 

And then the explanation went further.

[b]"...Is it school policy to engage in constant, reckless endangerment?"[/b] Iraleth couldn't help but exclaim incredulously. [b]"I don't speak out of concern for myself, but others."[/b] She kept her stare level, refusing to stare in Davil's direction. He didn't need that embarassment, even if she was speaking on his behalf. 

Nonetheless, her piece said, Iraleth focused and prayed once more, her Personal Barrier manifesting around her with a soft light. That done, she looked over towards Otis. What was he playing at? 

[b]"I have no desire to owe you any debts."[/b] Iraleth told the Strigdae bluntly. [b]"But for others, you think it best to offer them a sword at this moment and not a shield?"[/b]


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