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[color=7ea7d8][b]Location: [/b][/color] The Haven

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Morris heard his name and stopped, turning around and catching Prudence behind him. A young woman who had few friends in a place where people went because they lacked friends in society. Ironic, in a way. To no one’s surprise, certainly not his own, she seemed bored. That wasn’t terribly uncommon among this place’s tenants, given that they were underground, and learning clandestine tricks could only entertain for so long.

[color=7ea7d8]”Ms. Havesford,”[/color] He greeted her. [color=7ea7d8]”He’s much more well-behaved now than the last time he had a task. But if you wish, I won’t tell you otherwise.”[/color]

He then held up the thin stack of envelopes he had. [color=7ea7d8]”I’ve come back from a trip above, gathering the mail for the day. Not so adventurous, unless you intend to sneak these into chambers when none can see.”[/color] She [i]was[/i] a bit of an elusive thing, as far as he always knew. Turning invisible and personally seeing to a lot of business for Lady Rosemarie. [color=7ea7d8]”Afterwards, I have work for an incomplete project to finish. Unfortunately, I don’t believe I have much to trouble you with.”[/color]

He preferred to do his work privately, away from where others could snoop and watch him weave marrow like cloth and mold bone like clay. Some occasionally expressed interest in how Morris did it, especially those with more industrious abilities, but he didn’t like to share those details.

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[color=fdc68a][b]Location: [/b][/color] St. Eustace's School

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[color=fdc68a]”Oh, he’ll behave himself from now on,”[/color] Silas croaked. He wasn’t often responsible for drilling some discipline into the students, in fact, the most he typically did as a combat instructor was [i]assist[/i] in some way. He was more focused on reaching out and connecting with students than whipping them into shape. Not like Aoko, who was far more adept at training them. 

[color=fdc68a]”The boy has a cruel streak, and I am not one to beat the trouble out of someone so young as him. But in my experience, one has to be burnt before they burn others.”[/color] Silas was used to people punching down. It happened to him before when he was a kid. [color=fdc68a]”He’s much too used to having more power than others and getting away with taking advantage. He’ll learn, and do be assured, miss Aoko, I will use as much force as is necessary and no more. I would never endanger them.”[/color]

Being made of stronger stuff than most, Silas felt himself better equipped to handle a bully than someone with normal skin and bones.

[color=fdc68a]”As for me, I am well enough. I believe Lord Ingram is getting on with things right about now… I do look forward to the newest students.”[/color]