<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Illian rubbed at his wrists when they got free. Something about that spell had seemed familiar, but he couldn’t remember why. As he thought about it he heard the whispers from the other patrons, some of whom had daughters of their own. He saw some of the men approaching him with malice in their eyes, and even as he saw the order of food get done and brought out the person directing the servers shook his head and passed it to a little girl, shaking his head when the family offered money for it. Sneering at the audacity of these human scum, he turned on his heels and left, trying to blend into the crowd to get away from the people pursuing him.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Lucian was sitting across from Alexi in his study, the two of them playing chess while they waited for Ayla to get back. Looking up from the board at his opponent he said,</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “Alexi, dear, it’s your move…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">He then caught the expression on his face and knew only one person could have caused it. With a sigh he leaned back in his seat and watched his apprentice with concern clear in his face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “What did she do?”</span>