[color=00a651][center]Meirin Kurenai[/center][/color]

Some time passed and now the baron of Sanguine had arrived, giving a big speech about his child and thanking everyone for coming. Meirin didn't really give much thought about vampires giving birth; she was vaguely aware of their existence thanks to living in Djarkel but she's never met one until she's been at the college. She was never aware that they couldn't give birth to their own children, but she at least understood that for such a highly esteemed baron, a son would be important regardless. Of course right after his introduction everyone went back to business, but also made sure to visit the baron and congratulate him for the child. Obviously the College students would be doing the same.

Ssarak managed to get to the baron first and spoke. He gave his compliments about the college and mentioned Lucilia, which were safe things to say. Meirin was never one for politics, but Djarkel was her home and she had some ideas about how it ran. While many would say that Djarkel is selfish and their barons were self-centered, personal strength was highly valued, as strong individuals can make strong organizations. Leaving Ssarak up there alone, even if he was best suited for all this talking, would look badly on them because it would imply that the rest weren't skilled at diplomacy. So Meirin soon joined Ssarak at his side, bowing at the Baron before introducing herself.

[color=00a651]"The college continues to challenge us everyday. Every victory feels like a true accomplishment, and the college always finds a way to reveal more potential within ourselves. They have their enemies and they face problems as well, but they are steadfast and find solutions. Though I'm glad to be back in my home country, even if I cannot stay. I hope one day what I learn at the college would give me the skills I need to make Djarkel prosperous."[/color] Meirin's words almost felt bitter in her mouth as she was no Djarkel patriot, but like Ssarak these words were safe to say, as they weren't lies either. She did intend to use the knowledge she learns at the college so that one day, she may return to the monastery and bring her teachings to them as well. She didn't care about the rest of Djarkel.

[color=fff79a][center]Myrn Vaan’Atisha[/center][/color]

This man felt hollow and fabricated. Myrn wasn't sure herself how she managed to stick through it for so long. He seemed so... Narrow minded. A few of Myrn's fellow students are whisked away and he just gives them a tour of the city? Showing them all the "glories" their new crazed emperor has made? He doesn't even try to hide the travesties they've committed. When they reached the arena Myrn wasn't exactly eager. Admittedly she's been involved in some blood sport before, but despite what most people think were slaves, criminals on trial, or even desperate. Many of them were skilled warriors with loose morals. Myrn was once one of them. But after seeing everything in Yarosmere, Myrn just couldn't feel very impressed at seeing this "Immortal One" fight for the amusement of the blood thirsty citizens.

[color=fff79a]"Panem et Circenses..."[/color] Myrn whispered to herself. It was an old saying she learned from one of her teachers: how people would willingly sacrifice their humanity and decency for the sake of meeting simple things like food and entertainment. As long as the new government catered to the base desire of the masses, it's population would overlook these travesties. Indeed, whatever rebel cell was active in Yarosmere would be fighting and uphill battle. They certainly need help, and Myrn was trying to devise a way to do that. This talk of the palace piqued her interest.

[color=fff79a]"The royal palace? Does the prophet stay there, or does he have his own building?"[/color]