The words that ran through David's mind. The anger he wanted to outburst with toward Leara as she came near him was tremendous. She had abandoned him, left him with no currency in this foreign land with no where to go. Yet she asked questions as if she cared, as if she felt actual remorse for him. Why in the world would she have thought he could have slept peacefully?<br/><br/>The ache in his muscles and stiffness in his jounts was real enough. Despite what Leara said though there was no time. He needed to learn to use and control his magic. Now was the ample opportunity, later, at least from what Maia had said, was not an option. If she was as good as Leara made her out to be then this Succubus was his best hope of learning. Though he seriously doubted she was the only one who could help, time was not a luxery they could afford.<b>"No time, Maia and I have practice. You left me stranded, and I have an appointment to keep. Go do whatever you planned on and worry not about me." <br/>
</b><br/>David tried to not be too hateful, but he also conveyed his feelings of being betrayed. Had he been out of line the night before? More than likely, but the situation was stressful and the last thing he needed was for people to doubt themselves, or the words of the Council for that matter. Leara seemed keen on not believing David, or in herself. She did not seem too willing to partake in training him in any fashion. It made him wonder why the Council would have mentioned her, why whoever sent her did so? These were strange and puzzling times indeed. Of course as the wary would be hero stood in the street his morning appointment arrived. Maia was dressed to impress, her low cut top, pants with slits to reveal many patches of flesh. There was a sly smile on her face. David knew it was going to be a long day, but he could ill afford to waste any of it.