"Thorax, Jacques, this is Crimson Shade, my servant, charge, and a journeymare in the dark arts of old magic, the school of magic I have been charged with hunting down this entire time." At the shout of alarm from Jacques and his raised sword, Crimson did nought but cock an eyebrow and give him a contemptuous look. "Crimson, this is Thorax and Jacques, my… ah, boon companions this entire time."