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[color=8dc73f]"Hm, Lucan Bordeleaux."[/color] The woman said as she took the picture while handing him a pamphlet. [color=8dc73f]"I can't say I know him in particular but his family name is relatively well know. The Bordeleaux run the most militarized territory to date and they are pretty much the Noila family gaurd dogs but I don't know the family well enough to say who he is. Sorry."[/color] Scarlet gave a shrug as she passed back the picture.

[Color=598527][i]Ofcourse she wouldnt know. It's not the others jobs to keep a dossier on every single student, let alone memorize it.[/i][/color] Salem's face began to flush as he blushed with embarrassment, barely making eye contact with Scarlet.[Color=598527] "No need to apologize, the information you gave me was more than helpful, thank you."[/color] With that he turned away, taking the pamphlet and photo, placing them into his satchels front slit. It was clear that Aaron may be more useful than previously thought, his connection to the Noila family may allow him to know more about Lucan than most in this school. Salems steps were heavy, each reverberating in his ears. Loud thuds, taking up all the sounds in the room save for one, the rapid beating of his heart. Every pulse shook through his entire being as he slowly approached Aaron, nervousness swelling up within him. [Color=598527][i]Just breathe, breathe.[/i][/color] His eyes scanned Aaron as well as those around him. He made note of the longsword and rapier. [Color=598527][i]Longsword, perhaps he and Lucan trained together? This could be the right track.[/i][/color]

Finally he was there, to the right of Aaron and Lillie, he went to speak but his words became choked. It was as if hed forgotten to breathe and then [Color=598527]"A-Aaron? Pardon the...uh..um pardon the intrusion."[/color] he turned to smile towards Lillie, trying to gain some confidence from her visage. He could feel it happening, smell it, to him it was the scent of freshly ground herbs, an oncoming storm, and old leather binding, to others it would manifest as their favorite scents. [Color=598527]" I was hoping, perhaps, you could help me with something...if you wouldnt mind that is, not that you have to ofcourse I just-"[/color] he was rambling, knowing full well that at the very least his scent may prove a bit of a distraction so that they wouldnt notice the full extent of his ramblings. [Color=598527][i]Breathe, Breathe[/i][/color] Slow deepen breathes were taken in as his eyes scattered about the room looking for certain objects to help ground him. The episode had finally passed and the scent subsided, Salem stood there fidgeting with his thumbs awaiting a reply.