Florence could feel the ladies magic slowly starting to shroud her, yet it never completely did. She could probably feel the him tensing up before he was about to attack. Her response put him at ease, at least for the moment.

'"There is a desert elf outside, gifted with significant strength in fire magic, it would seem. I did mention there was training, did I not?" She tilted her head at him curiously, perhaps a moment of that wolf-like behavior peeking through. She finally let her eyes waver from him to turn around, one hand waving over her shoulder. "Come and see, but do not interrupt. Thortan is capable of containing her." She stated it simply, there was no question. Assuming he followed, she lead him outside to the clearing where the training was taking place.'


Florence did follow, but left a good distance between them. He felt he was in over his head so he decided to put his current mission omg hold and wait for the most opportune moment. 

The pair seemed to walk out just as a man fashioned a chair from a shadow.

[i]So this must be Thortan?[/i]

He seemed to be waiting on a younger Desert Elf next to him.