[b][center]Tyrael Marchrosias[/b][/center]

Tyrael remained quiet as he let Khan speak his thoughts. He was certain that's all Khan wanted to do today, but with these stuffy representatives of both Eania, Djarkel, and just about every other people of importance, the truth often has to be held back. Tyrael did notice Khan looking around, which prompt Tyrael to look around himself. He didn't note anything out of the ordinary aside from a few missing teachers, but they didn't really concern him. They could take care of themselves, he figured, and know better than to be missing out during this feast. As much as he'd like to simply do that himself. Figuring that he did not need to worry himself, Tyrael redirected his attention back to Khan, who was speaking about his comment about uniting Eania and Djarkel under their banner.

It was just musing on his part, as Khan explained why it would never work. [b]"One can dream. Dream of things that could be."[/b] Tyrael smiled a little at the thought. He didn't like having to play politics and try to maintain "Equal ground" when all he wanted was anything he'd like. The idea that the college having the power of Eania and Djarkel at their beck and call was tempting. He could use that power to reform his homelands of the orc holds, give them a new direction instead of whatever it was they were doing now. He could create a system to reform his demons and take over the Inferno as it's one true overlord, indeed, if they had both Eania and Djarkel at their command, they could very well face the gods. But Tyrael didn't mention this. It was all imaginative fantasy. Until there was some serious ground work laid before them, it will remain a fantasy.

Tyrael snapped out of his imagination when Khan asked him about the "pleasant surprise". Tyrael was fortunately unaware of Xyden's actions, and thought the headmaster was referring to Mar's birth. [b]"Pleasant? Yes... Yes, it was pleasant. I still feel a certain animosity between me and Mar, but... I hope that somehow, I could try to rekindle our friendship, somehow. Perhaps through her child. I could teach her the ways of the Ravine while Mar is occupied. If she has mage blood, perhaps I could even find time to get her a private tutor."[/b] Tyrael's smile widen a little, but it also had a touch of sadness. he wanted to coddle and protect Lyn now, because he does not know what happened to his daughter. His face grew dark as he thought about it. Was he about to replace his daughter with Lyn so quickly? Shouldn't he try to find her, to make sure she is safe? The demon began to worry now about what had become of his child. His mind ebbed back and forth between her and Lyn; what he would do if anything came to harm either of them. He wouldn't even be creative; he would simply kill them, and anything else the scum cherished. Perhaps that was disproportionate, but that's what was going through Tyrael's mind.

He was drawn out of his thoughts however when his mug of Moss Wine shattered in his hand. He had let his fury taken over his mind just long enough to remind him where he was. The slight burning sensation on his hands told him that he made a bit of a mess. [b]"Damn. I... I let my mind wonder for a moment. I apologize for that, allow me to clean this up."[/b] Tyrael reached over to one of the wash clothes on the table and used it to wipe up the mess. A servant came by and offered to take the rag and wash Tyrael's hand, though he simply told them to take the rag away. He created a small portal into the Inferno and such his hand through it, allowing the heat death of the current plane to dry his hand. [b]"Did you know that Naga's mature much faster than most mortals? Even faster than orcs, who reach mental and physical maturity in ten to thirteen years. I imagine that before the end of the cold season, Mar's child would already begin walking and speaking."[/b]