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

Nodding his head Tyrael turned around. There wasn't much else to say, though he supposed that he should at least try to make an attempt at humor. [b]"Lyn knows how to get into trouble."[/b] 

Tyrael left Mar behind while making a mental list of people he wants to send to her later throughout the feast to provide food and perhaps company. Most, if not all, were female. The only male among them was Leith, and that's only because Tyrael has a control over him due to his demonic gauntlet. He was the only one who'd help the pale mortal with it, and intends to use that as leverage on him. As he was amassing his list of students Tyrael pondered how else he could manipulate them. He still wanted to get information from the Yarosmere diplomats regarding the naga attack. He wanted to know what their motivation was. That's when he remembered another person:

Darius Jura. A Yarosmere warrior, and likely one of the few people who could get close to the diplomats without alerting too much alarm. Plus Tyrael has never really bothered to interact with the man before, so their relation would be unknown. Tyrael lacked the same level of control over the college as he used to due to purging his demons from the premises, so he'd have to find the warrior the old fashion way. He at least knew that Darius was a Yarosmere warrior, and he knew what he looked like. Tyrael began to wander around the college looking for the swordsman. He had some orders for him.

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

[color=crimson]"I see. Well then, I believe we should greet him and show our respects, no?"[/color] And by that Lucilia meant that the two should go see Ovak and make it clear that they were both concerned about his health. Lucilia was quite aware that she wasn't exactly in Khan's best light due to recent events, but even he would share her concern over the Archmage's sudden appearance. Coming in unannounced put Lucilia is a tight spot, as she has not prepared the feast to accommodate him. People would know who he was and expect something from him. She'd have to send a servant to get another chair, as she only had enough for the teachers and the Headmaster, not the Archmage. She'd have to send someone to fetch his medication in the event Ovak suffers an incident during the feast, which she can't allow to happen in front of the diplomats or the college itself. They needed to look strong and in control this feast. With Ovak here... There were so many things that could go wrong. Lucilia intended to nip the problems in the bud.

Lucilia's ears perked when Grey asked the obvious question. If it wasn't for the fact that he was fairly new to the college she would have berated him for his lack of tact. [color=crimson]"Indeed he is. His name is Ovak Regar. He has been the Archmage ever since I've joined the college, and I've yet to see any mage who can compare to his skills. But he is mortal like any other, and Time is a force none can stop... All the more reason we need to go - Oh no."[/color] Lucilia could only watch as Meirin arrived to speak to Uicle, and by proxy, Ovak. Despite the conversations occurring around the dinning hall Lucilia focused her senses to listen in on Meirin and Ovak. She greeted Uicle and seemed unfamiliar with Ovak. She mentioned something about the Djarkel Diplomats. Did she want to go meet them? For what reasons? Worse still Ovak seemed to not only direct Meirin to the Djarkel Diplomats, but wanted her to escort him to them. Clenching her teeth Lucilia had to think.

She could guess that perhaps Meirin wanted to know what the situation back in her homeland was like. But to ask the diplomats? She'd be fortunate to get a straight answer that was mired by their political agenda. But with Ovak there... Even the diplomats, who no doubt know of his ability, would use the opportunity to edge in their favor. More so if they attempt to deal with Ovak directly to circumvent any dealings they had to make with Lucilia. Because the last thing Lucilia wanted to happen was have her control usurped by the only person she couldn't take on directly. [color=crimson]"Come with me Grey. We are going to go speak to the Djarkel diplomats. I expect you to be on your best behavior... And refrain from raising your voice."[/color]

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


Annabeth smiled back at Aramir and nodded her head. She couldn't help it but... Annabeth had read Aramir's mind. [i]Kin killer. Kin killer. I'm a kin killer and they'll recognize me for it immediately.[/i] That was all Annabeth needed to know. She knew why Aramir didn't want to see the diplomats. She honestly didn't know what to say to help Aramir, or even what to do... Well, she knew one thing. It seemed to work out well most of the time.

Annabeth scooped up Aramir into her arms and gave her a tight hug. [color=a187be]"I don't know what happened to you Aramir, and it doesn't matter. You're here now and that's all that matters. You're here to start something new and great and you don't need the past to hold you back anymore."[/color] Setting the snow elf down Annabeth moved in front of her and got to eye level. [color=a187be]"You know what? Forget the diplomats. Let's go find Auriel and get drunk. Or maybe go hunter. Hunting drunk? Whatever! Basically, let's just spend today enjoying it however we want. Let's not worry about... Work, or the past, or anything like that. Let's have fun!"[/color]

[center]Orcs[/center]

The two orcs were dressed in fine cloth, lined with furs from exotic animals they've recently slew. One wore a red robe lined with the black fur of a umbra tiger, it's shifting black-and-white fur still active even after it's skinning. His cane looked more akin to an double-sided ornate mace, allowing both ends to function as the handle as well as striking head. The other orc wore a violet outfit, with pants that went past his waist and a great coat lined with gold. He wore other heavy accessories made of the precious metal, and his own cane had a golden skull as it's ornament. Additionally he wore a large brim hat, also violet, with a knife who's blade was made of a fire opal adorning the top. They both seemed to be discussing what to have to eat when Baulder arrived inquiring about the taste of human flesh. The orc in purple gave the strange human a look of disgust, but the other then went into deep thought.

The orc in red turned to Baulder. "Humans [i]can[/i] taste good. Whether or not they will depends on the chef. I've had a human liver made by an artisan from Eania who's gave it such flavor and texture that I slew my servant right on the spot to give him fresh ingredients. However ever since than all other humans I've eaten have been tasteless garbage." 

The orc in purple shook his head and sighed. "You only ate that as a challenge. You're hardly a connoisseur of the fine meats. The best humans are raised for the purpose of consumption, and thus the fat pigs of Djarkel are the best eaten. Unfortunately the ones sent here are hardly suiting for that task. Ah, enough of this! We've spent an hour debating on breakfast. Let's just see what this place serves and be done with it."

The orcs seemed to have ignored Baulder as they continued to bicker about what to eat. They initially spoke about who within the dinning hall looked the most delectable, but soon their conversation trailed off to cooking styles and whether or not vegetables should be served alongside their grains or put into a side dish.