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[b]"Yes, that will be sufficient."[/b]

Otis turned to the audience, his amber gaze settling upon Valen. The weight of gold, and the heat of flame. The Strigidae had never hidden his desire to test, to [i]challenge[/i] the scion of Leuvalt. Though he may have to delay it in order to investigate the situation with Gulliver, a field test with Valen remained a semester-long project that Otis would undoubtedly attend to. So there was only one thing, really, that was left to be said.

[b]"Sword of Wund."[/b] [i]Don't run.[/i]

And with that, he vacated the stage, not sparing another glance towards the flame-haired heir. Not sparing even a thought for the armored orc from Compact 4. Joining Chunji and Ciara, the Strigidae nodded at them, then turned towards Iraleth and Hildegunde who now stood on the other side. [b]"The lines are drawn now. Perhaps the following days classes will take an adversarial bend."[/b] A near-180 degree twist of his head, so he could face his present companions once more. [b]"Now, what did you [i]see[/i]?"[/b]