<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“I DEMAND restitution for this Dreven. You think that just because you can do magic that you are above the rules? I’ll show you how wrong you are.”</span> Upon hearing the door enter Illian looked over and saw a beautiful girl standing there. Hoping to see a bit of Lucian’s legendary temper, he was suitably shocked when he saw his rival smile and direct her to a nearby chair. With the wheels turning in his head he looked over at Lucian. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“Who praytell is this?”</span></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Lucian took an effort to calm himself when Ayla came into the room before turning back to Illian. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“This is one of my apprentices, Ayla. Ayla, this is Illian Knave, a high ranking member of the Assassin’s branch of Dimir.”</span> His gaze flicked back to Knave and a small growl entered his voice. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“And he was just leaving.”</span></span>