<strong>Neria Zathrieal/Giselle Do'Urden<br/>Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1<br/>Location;  Main Hall of Arcania High<br/>Tagged; Jordan, Aramis, and anyone else.</strong><br/><br/>The man had wisdom as well as experience, and she had to give him respect where it was due since he did seem to be living proof of just how strong people in his world could become.  Rusty or not, he was far physically more capable than she was, but she had the speed and grace to make up for it.  In a fight though, she wouldn't be sure who to put money on, herself or him.  His explanation made sense to her though since she had done similar training, except she just killed whatever tried to eat her in turn rather than simply search out specific types of monsters.  "I'll have to remember that Lionel.  As for a miracle, I know someone that's in the business of performing them if you know how to ask."  She was referring to Neria who had a direct line to the very gods themselves nine days out of ten, and as far as she was aware, the elven cleric hadn't fallen out of favor so she still could help him in at least locating such an elixir.  "But regardless, whether you wish to retain your old abilities or not, I am glad to have gotten a chance to fight beside you Lionel, and if you need any assistance in anything, feel free to find me.  I'd be honored to fight with you again."  She ment every word, but caught him as he began to fall, somehow managing to support his great weight as she slowly dragged him back up to the castle grounds, a few people from the town helping her along once she reached the gates of the outer walls.  It would take her a while, but she'd reach the main hall by the time Neria had surely left with Aramis....<br/><br/>Neria meanwhile was about to head out with Aramis with Jordan's parting words on her pointed ears, a soft and gentle smile on her face as she nodded her accord to the young woman's wishes.  They'd talk further, that was a promise, whether in a class taught by her or not wouldn't matter since she found Jordan's company quite intriguing, to say the least, when Rialla approached her next.  Turning her gaze to another young woman, Neria nodded as she turned and saw that Giselle was dragging Lionel through the main doors of the castle with help from a few of the locals.  "Excuse me for a moment.  Giselle, what happened?"  She shouted as she pushed through the crowd, kneeling by the sleeping lion man as Giselle stood and wiped her forehead with the back of her arm, tired herself but otherwise alright.  "Long story old friend.  He's just exhausted, nothing more.  He certainly knows his way around a sword though.  He had plans to fight a Dark Lord or something called Ultima, and we won by some small miracle."  Neria nodded, planning to get the rest of the story later as she put her hands on either side of the librarian's face before a warm, healing light appeared between them.  It would take but a few seconds before Lionel could stand on his own two feet again, recharged and fully healed of any of his recently acquired wounds despite Giselle's intervention with her potion earlier.  Stumbling a bit however, Neria put a hand to her chest, feeling weaker herself as Giselle swept gracefully to her side and gave her a shoulder to rest on.  "Take it easy Neria.  You did good."