[h3][color=goldenrod]Khan[/color] Catacombs to his office[/h3]

Khan had been debating, internally on how to inform Ssarak about the developments within Lyn’s hunt. That fact that was made more difficult due to Mar’s and Lyn’s direct involvement and how Tyrael would react, his situation dire as it was currently without the additional issues. He wa spared when suddenly Ssarak’s hand gripped his blade then shouted,  [color=f7941d]”What?”[/color],  outloud. The sound echoed through the corridor while another telepathic message entered Khan’s mind, establishing a fact he already knew and was about to address. [color=f7941d][i]”Something has gone wrong on Lyn’s hunt. Lyn is safe, but everyone else is in danger. I will give you my full report when I am able, Khan, but I [b]must[/b] help them now!”[/i][/color]

Without giving Khan much chance to stop him or explain the situation, Ssarak took off down the hallway toward Annabeth who was mounting Samson in the distance. Worry etched into his mind over the fact the girl left Lyn along in his office, but at least Rathel was there. If anyone attempted to hurt the half Naga, Rathel would have no mercy. That was one aspect that both Uicle and the demon shared and had very little issues over it. 

Unable to keep up, Khan continued to walk at his quickest pace. Each step, he brought his cane clipping along the way and cautiously kept an eye on Tyrael the farther they went into the college. 

Worry edged into his mind when the demonomancer began to show clear signs of struggling with his inner demons, his voice started to argue and lounge at what appeared to be thin air. There was anger, resentment, and worse in Tyrael’s voices causing Khan’s scales to press against his muscles from the tension growing in his core. His figure paused to focus upon the fallen Orc in utter silence, unable to help him, while Orleah snickered in wicked glee. They both knew what was happening. Tyrael’s demons were trying to overwhelm and rip his control away, the scene making Khan wonder how long it had been going and if the master was about to lose it all. Realizing this, the headmaster felt the same sickness at seeing his brother’s mageblood whittle away. On the outside it looked like Tyrael was losing his mind and there was nothing that Khan could do, a risk every demonomancer faced if they weren’t careful to remain in control. At hearing Orleah’s chuckle, his eyes darted to the side and glared in warning. Quickly the demoness’ voice died down into nothing and her figure slowly faded from this plane, returning back to their small corner of the inferno.  


When Tyrael’s voice died down, Khan began to relax. He watched the teacher taken to Uicle’s office words over the scene lost to him as he continued to question his judgement, wondering if perhaps Kudd hadn’t influenced it to some degree, then noted the Naga being marched to their quarters. The Golems, much like Tyrael’s own, immediately settled down in front to prevent anyone from entering or leaving. The college’s safety was the highest priority even if he didn’t liked how the teacher approached it. It would be there they would remain until Satori and Lucilia had time to hear then examine their stories, ensuring they were truthful. Then, and only then, would they be relocated to somewhere temporarily on the grounds until they determined what to do with them. 

His arm reached out to a wind golem, the thing darting just within his reach while he spoke.  [color=Goldenrod]”I want you to contact Val and and tell her to select several near master student and experienced guards as quickly as she can. Bring the emergency supplies for medical care and then march out to where the students were staging a hunt for the half Naga. It seems there’s been an incident. In addition, have her best student design and start construction on several Nox Runes to seal the College grounds.”[/color] 

Waving the Golem away, he started to head to his office where he opened the door to find Colette already waiting for him. His figure looked wore and tired through his muzzle creased into a smirk upon seeing her there.