[b][color=violet]Scillia[/color][/b]

[color=violet]"Why don't we stop at the inn on the way home?"[/color] Scillia suggested, getting up and moving around the chair to push it. Their newspaper/potion store wasn't all that far from the town's inn anyway, and she thought it would be a good idea to see how Criston was doing with his meeting. Most of the people she knew had been pretty down since the destruction of the academy, though most managed to hide it well. She tried to do what she could to ease their burdens, but there was only so much one witch could do.

[color=silver][b]Prometheus[/b][/color]

The doors to the inn opened up, and a tall brown haired man entered the room. He silently walked passed everybody on his way to Criston, patting the white haired boy on the shoulder as he walked past. Finding a spot out of the way, he turned and leaned against the wall, surveying the room.