<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>Torven nodded, silently offering the contact.  Despite his acceptance, there was a small part that recoiled.  Not because he didn't like her, but because he cared too much.  More than he ought to.  Passion, unrestrained emotion.  Neither was the proper path.  And he didn't want to accidentally take advantage . . . "I will see if I can speak to my old master.  He's not of te Council, but he has some influence there.  More than I would."<br/><br/>As nearly any master would, compared to most knights.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: NikitaFirestar</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>I feel something, Master... Something not right with Master Alest...</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>I have not had much contact with him . . . not in the last few months.  But, if you think something's wrong, I believe something's wrong.</em>He obviously wasn't sure what she wanted to do about the feeling.