Dimitri and Dayna:


Dimitri scauffed at Charles' question about the dangers of necromancy. "Oh it's not terribly dangerous. Raising spectres and dead things from the ashes and all. Vengeful spirits andhte likes. It's a very constructive art...Litteraly."the monk laughed at his own whitisism unsure if Charles would really get it. Twain might though. His remarks would probably be of no help to Charle's decision or Twain's efforts to recruit him, but the monk could not help himself.

Dayna floated patiently with an expectant glare in her eyes as she awaited Twain's response to her question. She was truly curious about the Necromancer's coat. Earth had proven a strange place thus far and its inhabitants were even more stranger to the elemental sprite. Magic, secret organizations, war... So many things to learn.


Natasha

The fiery red head had decided afterall that it was a good a time as any to hunt down Tristan. The more she had sat in her room to dilliberate the more apparent it had become that she needed to meet with him. She had stopped at the mess hall for a cup of coffee then had asked one of the uniformed Trident for directions to Tristians office where she now sat in a small waiting room to wait for him. It had taken a lot of restraint for the MOON operative not to render the man's secretary unconcious after she rather flusteredly told Natasha she needed to make an appointment, but after a little persuasion, the secretary had reluctanly excused herself to see if Tristan was available.