[center][h3]Caravan Escort[/h3][/center]

The robed man show no signs of death, but neither was he going to wake up any time soon. Amongst the items Meirin would find are three things of some importance. One was a signet ring baring an unfamiliar design for even Meirin, or at least was not the emblem of any Baron. Lining the edges were tiny triangles, and from the tip of each triangle was a curved line that reached to the center of the ring. The ring itself was made entirely out of copper. Another thing Meirin would find were two thick vials containing a faint blue liquid. These were ethers, albeit poorly made ones. The last thing Meirin would find is a journal, which was soaking wet but could be saved. While much of the initial writing was smeared beyond comprehension there was still enough of the journal to read the following:

[quote]Fifth time I had to bring new meat to this post. Too many ghouls, too many demons, not enough men. I have enough on my hands as it is. Lisette still hasn't allowed me the forces I need to deal with those Scarlet Traveler dolts and the Red Lions are in no mood for negotiations. I need to convince her that this petty operation isn't worth the crowns or blood I put into this. I swear, just one good haul and I'll look to the Sharptooth Legion. At least they can spare the time to see me face-to-face.[/quote]

Additionally amongst the water stained pages was a crude drawing. Though initially it looks to be a random scribbles, anyone with a good lay of Djarkel could make out some familiar land marks and recognize it as some sort of map. It also mapped out some obscure trade routes that, while not the most efficient, were often hidden away well enough that they'd have very little bandit presence. A few of these paths lead to Hysteria, but none of them were paths that the Caravan Escort crew could take without wasting at least a day's journey getting to, and another day to travel through. Also on these paths were circles, but nothing else was on the map that could signify their importance.

As everyone went about their business the guard captain was slowly coming to his senses. It first started with a loud groan of pain before he weakly got onto all fours. Despite maintaining very little injuries he was still in no condition to fight and would make an easy opponent if he tried, or if anyone wanted to fight him.

[center][h3]Lucilia Riovas[/h3][/center]

Lucilia could only release a silent sigh as Khan asked how he could keep asking for their assistance. [color=crimson]"Such a fool..."[/color] She said quietly under her voice. Seeing that Khan's office was in some dire need of renovations she took him to her office, placing him in a seat.

Looking through her cabinets Lucilia was looking for a tea to serve Khan, but all she had was various medicines and coffee. And as much as she wants to make sure Khan was in good health, he didn't need any of the medicine in this cabinet and until she does another check up she didn't want to risk accidentally poisoning Khan with medicine he doesn't need. But at least she had coffee. She debated quietly to herself what quality of coffee she should serve to Khan, whether to give him her best or simply settle for something that he could drink casually. She opt for both and used her favorite coffee beans to create a balance and mild coffee that hopefully won't offend Khan's taste. It was pleasant for Lucilia, but she preferred something with a more pure and intense flavor (Basically espressos). 

She also mixed a bit of her Marrow Draught into her cup of coffee, but sure enough even if she drank directly from the bottle it wouldn't be enough. She's gone too long without any actual blood and now was going to need to get the real stuff soon. She just hoped the Marrow Draught would sustain her until Khan could safely be left alone without harming himself further. She doubts that, but she could always hope. 

Returning to Khan, Lucilia offered him some coffee. She took a seat on her desk so that she could be seated at eye level with Khan. [color=crimson]"I can understand your concern about protecting the students, [b]Headmaster[/b]."[/color] Lucilia said that last word with notable firmness. She wanted to send a clear message to Khan. [color=crimson]"But I have spent many years developing the means of defeating the demonic threat that we'll soon be facing. Mastering them to ensure that nothing within the Inferno is safe from me. But I am more concerned about the threat that you pose to yourself and the college, seeing that you intend to withhold secrets that could harm us."[/color] She was referring to the vines, still unaware of the vial that Khan had received from Kudd so long ago. But the way she looked at Khan and worded her phrase gave her the (intentional) impression that she knew more than she actually did. [color=crimson]"What we have here is a failure to communicate with one another. I'll admit that we're all busy with our own duties, but you of all people should know that operating on your lonesome will affect more people negatively than you realize. Everything you do, [b]Headmaster[/b], affects us all. So would you kindly explain what exactly you intended to do, so that we can prepare for these mistakes?"[/color]