[color=crimson][i][b][center]Lucilia Riovas[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Lucilia could only sigh at the attitude that Alaira made as soon as Ssarak and Meirin entered. Obviously there was some bad blood between the three of them, no doubt having something to do with the events Alaira told them. Honestly Lucilia wasn't surprised and in a sense would have approved of them, but only because after the fact they turned out to be useful. Still Lucilia would have to carefully consider who she sends Alaira with next time. She'd need to send her with someone who is more... Adaptable. Alaira quickly left with Lyn leaving behind the gift basket. Lucilia wondered if she did it on purpose but devised a way to get the basket back, and maybe ruffle some feathers while she was at it. [color=crimson][i]"I need to stop causing trouble... But it's so tempting."[/i][/color]

Putting those thoughts aside for a moment Lucilia turned to Meirin who brought some evidence forward, as well as telling her about the guard captain. She's never heard of him but made sure to keep a note on him. He may become a useful contact in the future. She examined the evidence with interest, even recognizing the ring. She seemed to visibly become angry upon seeing the design, but this was replaced by a slight joy. She at least knew who one of her enemies were. She also skimmed through the journal noting the cyphers on it. She was certain she could break the code with time, but that was going to have to go into her To-Do list.

[color=crimson]"Very impressive. And what of the caravan master? I'm hoping his disposition was content by the end of your mission."[/color]

[i][b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/center][/b][/i]

Tyrael stood silently as Lidda and Athalus informed him of what happened. But what hit him hardest was the news that Mar's home, Mesa Gaan, was gone. He couldn't believe it. While he always knew there were forces in the Ravine which could have certainly overpowered the Nagas if they organized themselves, to hear that the Yarosmere were the ones who did it was unfathomable to Tyrael. What got into their heads that they'd attack one of the largest (Relatively speaking) population of the Naga? And if they were gone, who would keep track of the Ravine beasts near Yarosmere? It just didn't make sense to Tyrael. If anything it was best for the Naga to have lived there, as they ensured that no Ravine beast would have roamed to the surface. Something sinister must be happening if those in Yarosmere were willing to risk their borders to wipe out the Naga, either that or they found something in the Ravine. Tyrael was going to need to look into this thoroughly. And see if he could find survivors... Another day. Right now he already had one survivor he needed to go see.

Leaving without another word Tyrael walked over to Mar's room. Normally he stayed away from there, mostly because he's too busy to visit, but also because he knew that Mar liked her privacy. It's not like Tyrael needed to baby her all the time... Though from what Lidda had told him, perhaps he should. As he was walking on over he debated to himself how he should approach Mar. Normally they don't exchange words. Normally if there was a "Problem", his solution was to take Mar out and find something to kill, like a cyclops or something. Do something to get all those raw emotions out of the system. But obviously this has proven to be a bad idea since Mar has been expressing her emotions through violence. Tyrael's been doing his part in ensuring that Mar doesn't get expelled, and as much as he doesn't care if she kills Athalus, but now he decided that it was time that they had a talk. At the very least he wouldn't be as beaten and bloodied as the puny mortal was.

Tyrael arrived just soon enough to see Uicle leave. Knowing that his work was done Tyrael soon made his appearance. He saw Mar coiled against a wall, the wound were the poison was extracted still fresh. It would heal of course, but Tyrael saw it and knew that it wasn't the only wound Mar had. He looked around and took a chair from a near by desk, likely Athalus since no one here made chairs for Nagas. Tyrael sat down a bit away from mar, close enough that she could see his face. Despite being a demonic orc, concern was easily noticeable.

[b]"Marya you need to learn how to express your emotions so you do not hurt yourself and others."[/b]

Philosophies and speeches were great with others, but between Mar and Tyrael, he was going to go strait to the point. He didn't just stop there either.

[b]"Mesa Gaan is no more. But it was gone to you when you came with me to the college. Gone for you. I tried to make you feel at home here, at the college, but I have spoiled you. I chose to protect and justify your actions. But I can do that no longer. The college is your home now. You must adapt to living here. You will to learn how to communicate with others using words. They cannot understand your actions. So you must explain to them, express with emotions. It is new to you I know. But here at the college you will learn."[/b]

Tyrael then moved a bit closer to Mar, bringing her one of the bed cushions for her to make comfortable, to crush, or maybe throw at Tyrael in anger since he'd rather not have her throw the chair at him. Whatever she'd need it for. Tyrael sat back in the chair and laced his fingers over each other, looking directly at Mar's eyes. [b]"Tell me what happened during your mission. Everything."[/b]

[color=a187be][i][b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/center][/b][/i][/color]

After the hectic event which was bringing the horses down from the roc's nest, they all managed to return from their mission alive and well. Annabeth was quite surprised to see Colette's growth in power, and was a bit curious as to what happened between Auriel and Aramir. Annabeth couldn't say she knew Aramir very much, but she seemed much more... Lively. Perhaps something excited happened and she was simply high off the energy? That's how Annabeth explained it to herself anyways. Regardless they arrived back to the college later that night. Rurik was delighted at their arrival and rewarded them. A choice of magic eggs or magic rings. It was quite a selection, and as tempting as it was to take more than one Annabeth settled for the pretty green one, the Ring of Silence. She had a few ideas how to utilize this ring with her own magic. Not only that but with this ring she could sneak a few naps or two during classes without snoring! Not that Annabeth sleeps in class, but now it was an option.

But now that they have arrived to the college, Annabeth was quite tired. She didn't realize it now, but she was also rather sore from all the things she did today. Running after a horse, tackling a runaway wagon, fighting the roc, and using her magic. She started to notice the bruises on her body and while they were only just sore, she figured that now would be a good time to get some well-deserved rest. But before she would leave she looked to the others. [color=a187be]"I think one of us needs to report the mission to Lucilia. I suggest one person from the Extraction Crew and the Bait Team. Any volunteers?"[/color]