The day has been long, but as Herunes watched Seph walk off he couldn't do nothing but think long and hard about what's next. [i] Now... onto my problem... [/i] He looked down at his hand, he surged some of his power... the green and black must slowly crept over Herunes skin.. but in a sudden surge it retracted and Herunes fell to his knees in agony... [i] Damn you warlock... [/i] The enchantment to restrict Herunes form was indeed powerful, it limited Herunes greatly as most of his powers dwell from his true form. 

He slowly got up and brushed the snow of his clothes, the pain still flowing through his arm, making it shake ever so slightly, it felt like needles digging into his arm, he turned and hastily made his way into the castle. Herunes smile was gone, there are moments where even Herunes can't bring himself to smile, but that never really means he's angry, just serious, a quote Herunes once heard and he will always remember, told to him by a jesters dying breath: 'A smile is not just on the face, but in the mind... find it in your mind... and you need not show it on your face.' It was hardly anything poetic in anyway, but... memorable enough for Herunes to right it down in his book. 

He felt a sudden change in the air around him, it broken him out of his train of thought. [i]Who... what?[/i] He turned to the hallway towards the training grounds. He walked in, trying to locate its source. He saw Jason sparring with an un-usually fast man [i] An elf... inpure.... luckily Seph isn't here... [/i] As he watched longer he saw it, something was different about this man, he stared at the mans face before disappearing again back into the hallways. Herunes never forgets a face, nor the mind lay hidden behind it.

After endless walking Herunes finally made it into the main library, usually visited by warlocks. Herunes hoped that the one he was after was still alive...