Horen blanched. He had no clue as to what year he was. He only knew that he had learned many things some mages never learned.<br/><br/>"I do not know what year I would be. But I know much more than simple or advanced tomes can teach. The mistress had a large collection of powerful tomes, not a lot of dark ones though. I learned a lot when no one noticed a tome or two missing. I taught myself, but my mother taught me when I was a young boy. No, I was not born a slave. My mother and father were killed when I was 8. i was captured and sold as a slave then. I have been with the mistress since that time." He was somber as he spoke of his past.<br/><br/>He quieted when two shady looking men entered the doors. He knew from the way they carried themselves they meant trouble. They moved like sword fighters might. He tenses and summoned some of his hidden power. The two men flew out of the doors as their armor and weapons turned to dust. He took a breath and then released his second spell and focused back on the conversation. The two men outside screamed and fled down the street.<br/><br/>"I am sorry Lady. They meant ill will to the lady who owns this place. So I dealt with them." he spoke lightly and expected to be reprimanded on acting without asking or being told to.