"its a threat when there is no guarentee you can carry it out, i may have turned my leathers and blades in for a robe and a book but that doesnt mean i forgot my skills." he nodded and returned the handshake. "im trying to pass that skill on to my pupils but there is only so much one can do against such fear mongering." he smiled and went back to his class, a small stick appearing in his hand which he rapped on one desk he walked by. "no passing notes James." "sorry sir."<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"exactly, you went three steps further then i would have asked and killed someone to do it... and you terrified someone very important to my mate."</span>she pursed her lips but nodded.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "yes, i suppose thats true."</span>she frowned as she listened and nodded.<span style="color: #5900b3">"completely insane... he would have been better off with a corrupted Moonwell, that would have turned them into Satyrs, quite lowly demons but demons none the less. what was this man's full name, i can try to locate him or his soul and bring it here."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>