As she sat, Shala watched intently as the two showed intimidating displays of aggression, neither giving any ground for a second. The golem found such conflict amusing, not for the factor of violence, but because conflict changes everything, and it's inevitability, the change, always gave way to wisdom. The fact that they were creatures of another place and culture, with a conflict entirely foreign to her, made it all the more fascinating. She doubted it becoming more than an isolated incident, because not many would relate to such a squabble enough to become involved, but it piqued her interest.
A sigh brought her attention to the large man beside her. He might have been the most interesting of all of them. The way he watched like a sentry meant he had some kind of authority, perhaps the head of the establishment. He had the demeanor of such. The she-wolf cocked to the side as she observed him, just as he moved his wing to look at who'd made the comment. As he responded, the golem flicked her tail in excitement. Then the winged man proceeded to use some of his own magic as he effortlessly spawned some sort of twisted creature from a small portal. What magic is that? she couldn't help but wonder. It seemed rather similar to what Nhane had done with her, bringing her to this realm of life, yet very different. She had not been a monster upon waking as the life-given statue. Also another important detail was that she had no memory of how she came to be, a blank slate. The creature obviously had a naturally destructive disposition. As he let the thing go, he turned back to her, and she resumed the thumping of he tail against the air.
"My name is Shala," she dipped her head, "It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Headmaster Khan Jevrath." She said, slightly satisfied she'd assumed correctly of his status. "I belong to my master, Nhane. You honor me with your compliments, Headmaster, but I was nothing more than the state of a royal pet."
The hooded elf moved quickly between groups of people, "Damned wolf," he breathed. Spotting her with a large winged man, he stopped a second, wondering if approaching would be the best idea. After all, he still had not the slightest idea what they did to vampires around here. He'd certainly not seen any yet; though giant snake people couldn't be more pleasant guests. Then there were all sorts of twisted forms that walked about as 'students'. Dangerous obviously wasn't a factor in student acceptance, and with that he decided he would risk it, walking toward the two.
"Shala," he barked as he neared, "If you can't listen, then we leave." He looked at her sternly, then to the man, keeping his head low. "I apologize if she's been a trouble. We'll be going now."
"Master, I do not think-"
"Now, Shala," he said as he began to turn away.