[u]Mar[/u] 

She was relieved when he sided with her line of thinking at last, following up with a warning. Being out in the open, unless on the move, and in a group that seemed intent on growing in size wasn’t an ideal situation for her. It chanced attracting unwanted attention among the unsavory wildlife, at least back in Yarsomere it have. Truthfully, Mar’s knowledge of Twilight College or its lands wasn’t the highest. In fact it severely lacked which created a slight paranoia in being such a place. Made worse that she was the only Naga around for miles.

She watched the Elf shifted in Tyrael’s arms then the Fallen Orc move, paused only to bark an order to raise the gates. Once in, Mar’s nerves had settled again to being surrounded by the stone walls. While it wasn’t underground, it was better than being exposed. Tyrael had just started to speak when a demon, one of his, had begun to whisper in his ear. Mar didn’t know the origins of the language that Tyrael had spoken and personally didn’t care. In their respect, they understood each other well enough to prevent misunderstandings and that was all that mattered to her. Her eyebrow pulled up when Tyrael passed off the wounded Elf to the demon. That was uncommon for him and a reason for her to be concerned, her stance unfazed when his mood quickly shifted. It became angry and threatening. He pulled the demon’s face closer to his own and made his orders clear. She had seen the method work well as the demon, the creature’s pace quick and hasty, took off for the infirmary. 

The matter now taken care of Tyrael addressed her. Her curiosity had ceased the moment he asked her to escort the pair to another teacher, mentioning three were currently occupied with opening day matters. She merely nodded. Mentally however, the Naga sighed at the distasteful task. First her exploring had been interrupted when the wounded Wood Elf had been found and finally the other two arrived. Something inside told Mar she should’ve expected this but despite this, she was now stuck in the responsibility. Not for the first time either. Her thought noted Tyrael’s acceptance in Mesa Gaan to prove this. 

Inhaling a bit, Mar turned to the other two. She aimed to complete the matter at hand and spoke.[i]“Very well, follow me and once we find a teacher, they will determine the next course of action. I believe one of you distinctively said Rune and something about Artifact.”[/i]