<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Lucian shook his head and sighed, then gave Illian a hard look. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“In case this wasn’t clear last time let me make it crystal. You are going to stay away from my apprentices, both of them, unless absolutely necessary. Any time you want to interact with them, unless you talk with me about it first, I will assume to be an assault and handle it accordingly. You have seen flashes of my temper, but you have avoided it being directed at you. It’s best to keep it that way.”</span> He then offered Ayla his arm, giving her a questioning look. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Did you finish up your errands?”</span></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Seeing that it was time to regroup, Illian gave him a scorching glare. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“Very well, Dreven.”</span> He then moved his eyes to her and they softened just a bit, though there was an intensity in his gaze still.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d"> “Remember what we talked about, it could very well save your life.”</span> With a laugh he moved off, immediately disappearing into the back alleys of the city where Dimir makes its home.</span>