[u]Khan[/u]

Khan had risen earlier than most staff or student within the College, a habit he had developed late in his adulthood. He had washed, dressed into a fresh tunic, breeches and thick boots before he darted out of his room. His form steadily made its way down the stairs and through the halls easily without becoming lost, something he had done several times, until he finally reached the Dining Hall. It was hard to tell there had been a feast at all yesterday with the well done job of cleaning it up. The head table stood vacant as none of the teachers could spare much time for breakfast. Mostly likely weren’t even up this early. 

The headmaster made his way over to the table where a wide buffet, like the afternoon on Opening Day, was filled with a smaller selection. Eggs, ham, and a few other meats were placed upon Khan’s plate until it seemed it could hold no more. Slowly, he juggled the platter towards a smaller table. It had only been a bit before the other students- early birds like him-made their entrance and headed for the buffet set out then to classes. His ears caught the soft conversations which soon filled the room in an enjoyable sound and made him relax a bit. That’s when he noticed something had been sitting in the corner nearby. 

At first, Khan had thought it was one of Uicle’s Golems made from a new material but on closer inspection he noticed something odd. It didn’t quite bare the teacher’s flare or certain something. Gently Khan placed down his plate along his path to the eerily still creature, still trying to place that odd sensation of familiarity. It took several moments yet it finally clicked. It wasn’t a Golem at all, just a student who had arrived before and requested to be directed to the library where he stayed since. 

Khan’s voice was kind but firmly concerned. “Hello, is everything alright? Have you been there all night?” 

[u]Mar[/u]

Darkness and heat… 

Her body seemed to glow from the source of heat she had found in the middle of the night. The Naga’s skin absorbed it like an exotic drink through touch, enjoying the fact it chased away the chill which had crept into her bones. It was more heat than she had expected to wake up to and suddenly her dowse mind jerked into activity. Immediately Mar’s eyes snapped open as she found herself in the worse hell possibly. Her body had instinctively sought warmth and the nearest source had not too far from her own bedside: the damn thief. 

In silence, Mar mentally groaned. Her eyes shifted over her position, a vain hope to detangle herself without waking the male. The last thing she wanted was his face smirking at her. In a gingerly and painfully slow manner, her tail had started to uncurl itself from around the man’s leg then edged to the side. Her torso had been laying across his chest while his body spread out eagle style, provided a living cushion between the hard ground and herself. Mar didn’t deny it was comfort and had he been a Naga, she would’ve likely continued to slumber there. However the fact didn’t change. He was human, a painful reality, while she wasn’t and that was that. Finally detangled her from his slumbering body, she turned to her only belongings still scattered where she left them. 

Mar sighed then leaned down to pick up first her scythe, then the rune. For a moment she looked at it and a dreadful realization came over her. She had no way to attach to herself. The Naga’s eyes wandered over her body only see where desire to get rune was now flawed and likely would have to corrected at some point soon. She couldn’t just carry it around all day, that alone risked losing it and likely place her under tighter watch then originally assigned. A notion she didn’t like. Unable to think of what else to do, Mar merely held her weapon in one hand and the scythe in the other while she crawled out of her room. 

She had some hunting to do before classes… and a belt to make. 

[center]-----The Expected Visitor------[/center]

 [u]Rurik[/u] 

A small dust cloud billowed behind a rackety old cart, the young six legged mule gently pulled it along at an ample pace. Its lazy movements rattled the many goods in the back as they clicked together and gently stirred the driver from his quick nap, his eyes fluttered slightly. He tried to go back to sleep until a sudden jerk caused his lids to snap wide open. The man, a dwarf, had on a forest green cloak placed his right hand upon the seat side and stopped himself from tipping over. His other hand gripped the reins tightly but never ceased the animal’s movements. 

His head lifted upright to spot his destination approaching closer each time. There it was, the College, and the sight of it made him grin like a bird fed cat. Finally righting himself the dwarf’s hand curled about his fire red braided beard, twisting the thick plaits around and around in his usual habit. Something caught his dark eyes when it shifted from the back. It’s lithe, thin body crawled beside him until it placed a dainty paw upon his thigh. A narrow head leaned up to stare at the man as if expecting something. The black tiny eyes peered through a striped marking across it, another chirp came, high pitched and attention craving before Rurik tilted his head to look on the ferret. 

“What ye doin’ ‘iddle one?” He asked in a gruff but playful voice, his wiry red brow lifted in question. “Git back thar!” 

It chirped again, bluntly ignored the burly dwarf. Instead it lifted its torso and twitched it pink nose in excitement causing Rurik to chuckle, his head shook a bit in amusement.

“Fin, ye greedy thin’! Here!” He said and tossed the little animal a treat, the tiny paw caught it easily while they entered the gates.