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

Removing the faceplate on his helmet Tyrael revealed himself to Mar. He knew that coming to her, smelling clean and wearing this armor, would make him look like a stranger to her. He forgotten to take off the mask however. [b]"It is me. My apology. I had forgotten to remove my mask. If you wonder why I am... Like this, it is because of the feast. I was told that I must wash myself and wear this. I came by to inform you that I will be wearing this for today, and to check up on you."[/b] Also to warn her not to arrive to the feast. While he doesn't expect danger, he does expect it to be very boring, or for foolish people to be questioning Mar. While she may now be a exotic creature now that the naga have been mostly wiped out, Tyrael did not want to bring that sort of attention onto her. The last thing she needs is people questioning her about how it feels like to be the last naga, or what a naga was in the first place.

[b]"I would say that you should use today to socialize, but actually it may be best to stay away from the crowds. Foreigners are annoying and will ask too many questions. Aside from that, how have you been today? Is Lyn up yet?"[/b] Tyrael didn't enter the room but he did move his head to see if he could catch a glimpse of her. He didn't hear her, nor did he hear the sounds or voices of Athalus. Lyn would be a welcomed sight to an otherwise deary day.

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

Grey was assigned to escort her today. She suppose she should be grateful: while their relationship has been a bit strained due to her duties and recent... Mistakes, at least he didn't completely scorn her like most did. She sighed knowing that despite her blunder she would need to put on a friendly face for the next few hours. She suppose it shouldn't be too hard. She could always take in solace that she was superior to most of the fancy ponces that were coming to curry favor of the college and it's guest. Being smug came easy for her. [color=crimson]"Right then, let us be off. You look well by the way Grey. Suiting for the occasion."[/color]

Before they left a small bird flew in and near Lucilia. It held a letter which she initially assumed was from Satori since she usually used animal messengers. Taking the letter Lucilia read the message in her head.

[i][quote]"Lucilia, I need a list of cutthroats, you know assassins and thieves guilds, that I can trust to not to betray us or steal from us. I'd rather not have someone else sneak into the College. You dabble in that kind of thing. If you want free ones, I suggest chatting with Althalus. He still hates you though, so be careful."[/quote][/i]

Lucilia had a few in mind. She was going to send out some missives for mercenaries anyways, she supposed she could also hire the services of some guilds as well. Though as for their level of trustworthiness... She imagined that no one wanted her to simply bring in more vampires. It would likely be for the best, as her recent research on the information brought back from Djarkel revealed more about the vampire's activities in Djarkel. While not enough to point out any specific people, she was able to discern that many factions, most of them minor, had thrown their lot in with Kudd. A few more notable organizations have also pledged their allegiance, a few whom Lucilia would have trusted if she didn't know about this scrutiny. She'd have to review her contacts again, weed out those who have been compromised, and see who amongst them would be best for this purpose. It looks like she was going to need to hire counter spies and rogues. A good safeguard considering that not even Satori can keep out all the undesirables with her powers. 

Tucking the letter into her purse Lucilia looked at Grey. [color=crimson]"Another request for alliances. As incompetent as some of these people can be, I cannot deny that they can provide valuable assets to the college. Lead the way Grey. There are some notes I need to review."[/color] As with that said Lucilia took out a notebook and started skimming it for information about the various thief and assassin guilds she has contacts in.

[color=bc8dbf][i][b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Arriving to the archery range the only other person there was Aramir. She quickly noticed Annabeth and the human girl waved. [color=bc8dbf]"Hey Aramir. Yeah, I don't really feel like being stuck outside today. I wanted to get some archery done, feels like it's been ages since I've actually used by bow. What about you? The feast not your sort of scene?"[/color] Annabeth walked over to a marked position which designated where the shooter should be. Though Annabeth looked at Aramir she took up her archery stance: Feet firmly on the ground, parallel to each other. Her shoulders sqaure and her back straight. Her bow was pointed slightly below the target, but she also didn't draw an arrow yet. Carefully but quickly Annabeth pulled a single arrow out of the quiver on her back, drawing the string and pulling on it until it was taut.

Once she was ready to shoot Annabeth picked her targets. There were five she could see: One which was close range, just 30 feet away. Two more at 50 and 60 feet, with the 50 foot one behind makeshift cover. A further target at 120 feet which was the blade to a miniature windmill. And lastly, a very far away target at over 150 feet which was simply the cut-out target of a roughly human shape. Each one had an arrow or two in it, and Annabeth was looking for which one to add hers. But before she'd do that, she was waiting for Aramir's answer. It would be rude to not hear her because she was paying more attention to her targets.