<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Nys Vendatti</span><br/><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br/>Tagging: Mel</strong><br/><br/>Nys watched Na'ima walk out with a deep sigh and a shrug.  Judging by her look of fury and refusal of his comfort she wouldn't appreciate it if he followed.  Over the coming weeks he would continue to try to pry past her prickly defenses, but if she truly didn't wish it there was little he could do.  Perhaps, eventually, she would change her mind.  Or, of course, she might continue to detest him; humans were odd about their grudges sometimes; elven lives were too long to hold any but the most serious feuds, and they rarely served business well in any case.  Leaning down, he picked up her dagger to return to her later and turned to the apologetic instructors.  He had promised to be a friend to her, after all, and for a Vendatti that meant money.<br/><br/>He reached out for the potion, giving a sad smile of thanks.<strong>"She's very upset, as you see - no doubt she'll want this once the adrenaline passes.  Melda and I are well enough physically, but rather distraught at the lack of security during the exam...."</strong>he continued briefly, referring to the articles of their enrollment and the school's responsibility for their care.  The breach of contract was minor, of course, but some damages were in order - payable to those placed in danger, of course.  The need to buy their silence about the incident was, of course, far more subtle; he had no wish to blackmail the school, just to receive a fair compensation to purchase a few of the amenities Father hadn't seen the need for.