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</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 72, 65)">"My thought on this is that you bring the girl and test her fairly. To hell with the baroness, and to hell with her deal. Everyone deserves a fair chance."</span>Dayyan said. And Ian felt his intern's words resonate with his own thoughts. The goblin girl should be tested. No. The goblin girl will be tested.<br/><br/>Standing to his feet as well, Ian wasn't too surprised that Dayyan was heading out alone. The other male would sometimes leave his company for solitude. Wandering and exploring. Ian respected his wishes, and waved farewell. Overall it would complicate things with the Baroness and her summons, but to hell with it. The woman would have to be satisfied with just himself for now. It would most likely be to her preference, her position and interests considered.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I suppose i'll take my leave as well."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"Teacher i know that look."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"She deserves a fair assessment." </span><br/><br/>Asterrio looked to argue the point more but simply sighed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"Do as you please then. I won't try and stop you. Will you at least be stopping by before you leave?" </span>He asked.<br/><br/>Ian thought about it for a second.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I could, or you could just head back with us?"</span>Ian smiled slyly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"No." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Oh don't be like-" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"No. I'm staying here."</span>Asterrio folded his arms in finality.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Ah. Fine. Stay here then, in your sad hut with your sad students. Loser."</span>Ian stepped forward and Asterrio met him in a hug. Jokes aside. It was nice to see his old student was coming into his own. He remembered it like it was yesterday. A bright but skittish young man. Sitting in his class quiet as a mouse. A kid with the back bone of an earthworm. And a pushover through and through. It was heartwarming to see him grow into himself. It's what makes being a teacher so rewarding.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)"> <br/>
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"Be careful with Astrea, Teach. She's seriously bad news." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Asterrio warned. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"She'll try and use you for her goals."</span><br/><br/>Squeezing a bit tighter before pulling away. David Ianice nodded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I'll be fine. I know what she wants." </span><br/><br/>The two shared a few more words before splitting. They knew the conversation for what it was. A final chat before departure. Come the marrow Ian and his troupe would be leaving. And Asterrio would be staying here. In freezing Ashburn.<br/><br/>Ian followed the guard up the hill. Walking past huts and commoners settling down for the night. He followed the man until he reached the pristine gates ahead. Welcomed inside it's walls, to his old world.