[color=pink][b][i][center]Satori[/center][/i][/b][/color]

Satori was busy chatting with various dinners at the feast, as she's want to do. While Satori doesn't quite have as much political pull as Lucilia, nor the military might of Tyrael, or the sheer magical power like Ovak, everyone was well aware of her status as the master Psychomancer of the college, and what sort of potential she'd have. Everyone, from the Rulers of Djarkel and Eania, the King of Yarosmere, and likely quite a few clan leaders in the Scortched Lands, have Psychomancers in their court to combat telepathic readings. Indeed, just from a casual scan just about every diplomat and representative in the feast has either wards, an object to serve as a ward, or a psychomancer currently in their mind (Which makes it harder for another Psychomancer to enter), or even a combination of the three. But for someone like Satori, the wards meant nothing to her. She could break through them without a sweat, and they'd be none the wiser. It's simply the ability to read one's thoughts unstopped is what makes Psychomancer's so feared; they have knowledge of things they could not possibly be told, powers which Satori has christened "The Meta". Like a story character reading the book he's from, what Psychomancers lack in raw magical destruction, they can make up for by manipulating the strings that make up their universe.

Or at least that's how Satori explains Psychomancy to the people she speaks with. While they certainly have great potential, Satori wanted to play up their threat level in order to convince certain dignitaries to employ Psychomancers, and for the many who are too cocky and haughty, make them woefully unprepared when or if she needs to use her own magic against them. These mind games she plays with the dignitaries are fairly one-sided however; Through sheer magic power alone she could invade their minds and take everything in their heads. It might leave them a sputtering wreck, but Satori won't deny that it'd be piss easy considering that very few of these people have a ward greater than intermediate.

After parting with a pair from Ghannanos, Satori expanded her telepathic field to check on the world around her. What was normally a curse for new psychomancers, Satori has turned into a tool to allow her to peek into the minds of everyone in a great radius around her. Her personal record for the largest Wide-Focus telepathic field was in a ten mile radius, however that only lasted for about ten-seconds and left her comatose for a good week from the sheer feedback of taking in the thoughts of everything ten miles around her. Now a days Satori limits herself to just around the college.

But as she was scanning the drunken ramblings of various festival goers, Satori picked up a familiar thought. She almost missed it at first, dismissing it as the rambling of another mind she'd never meet, but this one was familiar to her. Like... It was her first mind read. A long memory ago. And old friend. But this one was different. Not every living being capable of thought have the same type of mind. Little did most know, the sort of minds a Psychomancer can read is based off the type of soul they have. And for some reason, this familiar soul was that of a vampire. While Satori is friends with Lucilia, Satori is not very well acquainted with Lucilia's coven of vampires, and thus Satori doubts this vampire is one of them. Focusing her mind onto the single person, Satori discovered who it was. [color=pink]"Keri..."[/color]

Suddenly, Ssarak would have a message in his mind. It was from Satori, but whether or not he allowed her in his mind, she didn't bother waiting for permission. [i][color=pink]"Ssarak. Near you is a stranger, a human girl who seems desperate. She may be dangerous, but make sure no harm comes to her. Make sure Tyrael doesn't do anything to her. I'm on my way."[/color][/i] Satori left Ssarak's mind and immediately left the Feast Hall. If there was one thing her Psychomancy magic couldn't do for her, it was to walk faster in high heels.

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

Lucilia returned to her table, where a new plate of food has been placed before her, as well as for any of the other teachers still present. Pickled Vegetables with rolled up fox tongue, drizzled with white gravy sauce. Tasting a bit of the sauce on the ti of Lucilia's finger, she tasted nothing. It seemed that Colette's new marrow draught as already worn off it's secondary ability to give Lucilia the ability of taste once more. She debated going back to Colette for another piece of candy, but laughed the idea off. The girl needed to improve the design, surely, but she was on the right track. One day, Lucilia will be able to eat a meal that isn't drenched in the blood of the living, and be able to enjoy it.

Before Lucilia could begin to eat a snow elf appeared, standing over her food and on her silverware. His dirty boots ensured that she wouldn't be able to use those for clean eating, not that it'd matter to her. Sighing, Lucilia called for a servant to clean her table while she looked at the little elf. Once the table was clear, Lucilia waved her hand and tossed a few seeds behind Enzius. The seed sprouted into a chair suitable for the elf, high enough that he'd be able to sit at the table and see Lucilia, though his feet would be off the ground. As servants cleaned the table further one servant even came by with a stack of folders at least four inches thick. Paperwork. [color=crimson]"No no... That's for later. Take it back to my office."[/color] Lucilia whispered to the servant.

Once the table was clear and the two were left alone, the vampire put on her professional smile and motioned for the elf to take a seat. [color=crimson]"Enzius Zarbath is it? Welcome to the Twilight College. I am Lucilia Riovas, Professor of Herbamancy and general secretary. Would you like a seat?"[/color]

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

After her... Passionate time with Myrn and Aramir, Annabeth was just sober enough that she realized she needs a new door. For now, she rigged up a curtain and a sign for the sake of modesty. She also left bedding and water for the two elves in her room, in case they awaken with a headache fierce enough to serve as a ward. As she was putting her clothes back on, Annabeth remembered she was suppose to meet with her family today. They had come to the college just to see her again. So putting on her best formal attire, Annabeth left her room to see her family from Eania.

The only ones who could have made it was her Aunt and two cousins, however they were by fare one of her favorites. Her aunt, her father's sister, was the one who took Annabeth in to their inn and took care of her before Annabeth left for the college. The two cousins were from Annabeth's mother side who served in the Eania's royal army, one who was a stableman and another who served as a camp cook. They're the ones who got her a teacher for swordsmanship back when she still lived in Eania. They arrived to the feast just a few hours ago, taking in the sights and show before Annabeth found them. One of her cousins, the Cook, was able to pick off the scent of alcohol on her, specifically Aqua Magnus. This got Annabeth quite a teasing for drinking such an expensive brew, the possibility that she was drunk, and the chance she was drunk with someone else. Her aunt even noticed the love marks left by Aramir and Myrn and suspected that Annabeth just came back from an orgy, much to the shocking embarrassment of Annabeth. 

Teasing aside, Annabeth enjoyed seeing some of her family again. They spoke for quite some time before her aunt started having a coughing fit; she was breaking into sixty years of age, and quite frankly is surprised she hasn't gone senile yet. She wished she could stay up all night getting to know everyone at the feast, especially some of Annabeth's teachers, but she needed to go take her medicine and rest (Something a certain Archmage should do). Her cousins would go take her back to the wagon which they'd be sleeping at, though Annabeth promised that she'd arrange better rooms for them as soon as possible. After saying their farewells and giving each other hugs, the family departed, once more leaving Annabeth to her lonesome. Not wanting her aging aunt to be sleeping outside in a wagon in the winter Annabeth's first priority was to find a teacher an arrange better accommodations for her family. However just about every teacher Annabeth saw was busy talking to someone that looked important. That being said Annabeth also noticed that a few teachers were missing. Perhaps Annabeth could find the missing teachers and talk to them directly.

Never one to do things in half-measures the first person Annabeth wanted to talk tow as Khan. Despite his fairly intimidating presence, what with being a Demonomancer and Eyesire, Khan turned out to pretty much be a teddy bear. He was kind, if easy to manipulate if you're his student, but generally a good headmaster. Everyone knew that he was also targeted by assassins during the demon attack however, and many rumors sprung up about who the perpetrator was. A lot of people accuse Tyrael; that the entire demon attack was just a ruse to isolate Khan and eliminate him as the Head Master, jealous that another demonomancer had taken the position. Another faction things it's Uicle, for similar reasons, though with the added bonus that Araem commanded the suit of armor to do so. There was also Lidda, who many thought was trying to kill Khan in the confusion in order to break the neutrality between Djarkel and Eania. But these were all rumors, spread around by drunk conspiracy theorists and pranksters. And Annabeth was more interested in Khan's benevolence than his downfall. 

Now she just needed to figure out where Khan currently is.