[u][b]Khan[/u][/b] He had noticed the small winged creature that fallen from the sky then bounced head long into what seemed to be similar to an earlier guest, one that also had a serpentine tail and appearance. In contrast to Mar, this one looked more like a fish snake then a Naga so it was possible that it could be a demon. If it was, he would keep an eye on it. Mainly because demons were known for being vicious and ill tempered, at least the weak ones, but seeing it merely quivered in reply and not attacked, Khan relaxed. Things took off rather quickly as soon after he had felt someone small and light smack into his leg, his eyes glanced down ward to note a young snow elf. She looked terrified and upset by something, her embarrassment had caused a rally of laughter, but he was more concern with her emotional state then her pride. This College was a place where anyone, from Esyire to Snow Elf, human and otherwise could coexist. It is where they could learn to be mages against the harsh reality of the world outside. This reason alone was why some of the staff had remained, even after being students or victims in event unknown, after they no longer needed to be. Before he could up the young one up another voice piped up in hopes to draw away from the little misshape causing the Esyire’s head to look for the speaker, a female from the sounds of it, and made to help her plan. “Usually in the daytime hours most teachers are in their offices which if you tell the gargoyles who’s you seek, they will promptly guide you there. Just don’t kick one or you’ll likely receive some rather ill temper scowls.” Another voice rang, female again and this time it was about the safety of the students. He shook his head a bit at the unusual topic at least until his eyes fixed on the owner. It was a female half Esyire and human, one of the few in the College, so the surprise soon faded. Like most half breeds, she was likely met with fear or disgust from both sides. He had seen it a few times. He pondered the right answer to her question while his body made to pick Aramir up, but shortly stopped when the one he least expected had come waltzing up and instead aided the little snow elf upright. Inwardly he was pleased even when Uicle made his comment, namely about her less then tame nature, allowing him to return to the topic. “Thank you Alaira and please try not to injure your fellow students. If you want to duel, do in the courtyard and have the Rune master give you a healing rune so you both will be able to fight another day. What fun is a fight that only lasts once?” He pointed out to the Wood Elf in a hope to appeal to her common sense, a very faintly used thing but no one was perfect, “And as for your questions about student safety, we at Twilight College don’t care if you’re human, offspring of two races, or something completely unfounded. Merely as long you have no harmful intentions for what you learn here or to other students, you are welcome and safe here. For those who would intend on harming a student, staff or otherwise member of this College then be assured they will not succeed. Most of the teachers are trained masters with skills that have many ranges, not to mention other staff that would be willing to give their lives to ensure the College’s inhabitants’ wellbeing. ” For the bit about harm Khan’s voice had held a slight cold to his usual cheer, a warning to those who dare attempt such an act in his presence and evidence they will very well suffer. It was a rare tone he used and one very few would’ve heard him make. One that meant business yet afterwards, when his eyes met Aruna’s, she would see them slightly soften towards her. He was a gentle soul after all. Immediately Khan, softly smiling, moved then held his hand out to the nearest Gargoyle, the one he used to display, then spoke. “I hope that answers your questions. Please escort her to some room in the dormitories in the Manor house. She looks dead on their feet.” The little stone creature then hopped down and stepped to the two, with a gravely grumble he said one sentence, “Follow me.” With that done, he turned to other matters when he spotted another human come to help with the newcomers. “Lidda,” He turned to the small, neon pink haired vitamancy teacher with a yellow streaked bang behind him, then to Uicle after his seat had crumbled right from under him. The ironic part was that it was brand new one that had recently been made to resist such events, “and Uicle, would you be as kind as to select a few students to be in a group for a tour? Once Lucilia arrives then I’ll ask her to help as well, I believe she’s expecting a certain student to arrive as well.” He started to move a bit and select his group, but the creature of earlier caught his attention. The creature’s head seemed to follow him a bit and getting a distinct feeling he wanted to talk, Khan held a bit off on his duties while Uicle and Lidda did their job. [u][b] Mar [/b][/u] Her scythe was held out to the side, sharp and at the ready as was her usual position when traveling. Her tail felt the Wood Elf’s unusual weight settled on her tail that whipped across the Twilight landscape at a rather steady clip. Its speed didn’t compete with a steed, but it surprisingly covered a wide distance in a short time. Her eyes naturally closed while her tongue flickered out, scented the air, and then registered Karnage’s familiar scent. It was a mix of sulfur and heavy musk and what separated him from other Orcs and demons alike. Uniqueness she had grown accustomed to over the years which explained why the Naga wasn’t tensed when it had become stronger. Her eyes shifted into his direction to see his body language state firmly his intentions followed by his words then shifted back to the Elf in her possession, partly to see if the female had made or perished along the way. Once the Elf’s unconscious state was determined, her head turned back to answer him. She didn’t understand the need for this thing, an alias, the name Tyrael, which Karnage has insisted she call him. However she would submit to his whimsical decision, no matter how strange, regardless. Mar answered bluntly in her calm manner. “I found her on the outskirts of the territory and she’s injured, in need of medical attention soon, other than that I do not know. Currently she’s still alive, though I doubt she would be worthwhile material for your craft even if she expires. She’s even too thin for a young Naga to hunt so it’s unlike she would make a good gift. I would like to think I could do much better for my gifts.” Mar was completely serious with each word she had spoken, from the mention of where she located her to her condition, even the bit about not being suitable material. That was when the sound of a tune being whistled had her head perked up, her brown eyes narrowed and body alert. Her knuckles tightened about her weapon as if to defend herself, possibly her current declared guest, only to hold fast in her position followed by a slight hiss. It was natural reaction yet she managed not to carry it too far. Her eyebrow raised at the newcomer, unfamiliar, and looked at Karnage for his reaction. If the fallen Orc attacked…she would likely follow suit.