When Zianro heard her words his small grin faded. "You doubted my skills? Oh, that wounds even the pride of my Ancestors. Even Na'ari himself just did a roll in his grave." He said this in a mock hurt tone as he walked back with Marianna to the palace. He considered what he was doing payback for some of the teasing she did.<br/><br/>But the time they got back to the palace it was in the afternoon and Zianro was doing his duty as always, he considered trying to figure out the best time to train and sharpen his skills. His mind hiwever was troubled. His vision said to beware of another evil. But he didn't know where and when to be wary of it. He pushed it out of his mind by keeping an eye out for any dangers in the current room he was in.