<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>He stood a few feet from the door waiting for her.  As he waited Torven noticed her shadow in the other room.  For a few moments, he had fleeting, imaginative thoughts about her, about what she was doing.  They vanished quickly, however, as he forced himself to perform a basic breathing ritual designed to clear the mind.  It was something taught to new apprentices, but he found himself using it more and more often when he was around Isulura these days.<br/><br/>When she returned and was adjusting her robe, he smiled.  "Very nice, Isulura . . . there are some changes to the Order that are definitely good moves," he said, obviously complimenting her outfit.