[h3][color=lightsalmon][u]Mar[/u][/color][/h3]

[color=lightsalmon]“I’m not angry and destroying the diplomat or any others attached to the death of my people won’t save them. If anything, it would only confirm the need to eliminate us.” [/color]Mar stated, softly. Her arms folded in discomfort and she rested her head upon the cushion they provided, her eyes no longer looking at Tyrael. Inwardly, she was confused to how this genocide actually made her feel. Part of her was terrified, another angry, and lastly sadden. The fact if she left for Mesa Gaan, than it would be nothing more than a empty memory hit her hardest.

When Tyrael groaned, Mar’s head tilted upward to look him in the eye. A simple indication she was asking for an explanation though she knew what had caused him to groan. Turning back to her, his plate faced replace, Tyrael spoke with muffled words. At the mention of food, the naga milled over the possibly and if her system could handle it. Lately, her appetite had slowly recovered though she only consumed by the day rather than month anymore. Lyn had seemed to enjoy the family meals more and more in the recent days, though her body was still adjusting to the intake being drastically lowered. It wasn’t easy going from eating half a calf’s weight in meat to less than a rabbit’s. Often she forgot to eat again until the hunger pain began and since hunting was off limits past dark, Mar was often forced to tolerate the annoyances until morning. It was quickly learned why bipeds disliked hunger. 

Her jawline, her pride stirring to resist the charity, tightened in dislike at the fact she couldn’t go hunting. Seeing she would likely need food later this evening and Athalus would be busy with Lyn, Mar inhaled deeply to smooth over her irritation at her position. [color=lightsalmon] “Yes, some food would be preferable as Althalus and Lyn will be enjoying the feast. I much rather not force them to be cooped up with me and have fun. As for the no hunting, I understand and will keep my head down.”[/color] 

Her tone was clear she wasn’t pleased with the situation but willing to take measures to make do with it. [color=lightsalmon]”Do watch over Lyn, she’s got a knack for getting into trouble even when she knows better.”[/color]

[h3][color=goldenrod][u]Khan[/u][/color][/h3]

When Khan entered the room, his eyes scanned the room. Immediately, he was already noting the different officials and various students mingling with them before his eyes rested on Ovak’s seat. Instead of the normally vacant placement, his expression melted into something of silent shock at seeing the archmage up and about. The old man looking almost normal for an elderly man though his age greatly surpassed any known human. Most assumed it was his own doing, his body failing because of repetitive vitamancy and other magic to prolong his lifespan to an unnatural length. Many theories stemmed from lacking truths and hateful suspicions that held little proof. 

Khan couldn’t find the words, his eyes fixed upon Ovak and trying to understand this sudden change. Something wasn’t right as there was no way he could’ve recovered so quickly unless… The Esyire’s heart stopped. His knuckles tightened on his cane when he started to edge deeper into the dining hall, his eyes flickered between Ovak and the others, wondering when they might notice the ancient archmage was actually where he belonged. Would they even care? Khan doubted it greatly while his gait was off, clipping at a odd rate, feeling the sensation of the delegates watching his every moment. It made him nervous to say the last. 

Mentally he knew everyone, in one way or another, blamed him for what happened in the last feast. After Kudd’s little visit, his condition wasn’t one to inspire hope and encourage strength. Instead it only proved he couldn’t state up to the world’s greatest threat. It angered him but his mind focused on the present since he knew, deep down, Kudd couldn’t hurt those he cared for. 

Slightly distracted, he barely noted Lucilia arrival until she right on top of him. It all his will not to jump when she spoke, his head turned to her and relaxed slightly at the familiarity she gave. Though she was currently in deep water after putting the youngest student into danger, he knew she was asking the same thing he was. Ignoring Ovak’s appearance for a while, he addressed Lucilia in a firm but gentle tone. [color=Goldenrod] “I don’t know for sure, I’ve just arrived here. Which part of me wishes I had earlier so I could’ve spoken to our unexpected overseer in private.”[/color]