((Sound's good to me, Cherry?))<br/><br/>Jaered sauntered through the crowds of the castle, "I wonder what that prune Silina's up to... NO! No I don't" He said to himself as he passed the kitchen. He caught glimpse of some unfamiliar locks of hair, but decided to ignore it. Arluna was always employing her family into the kitchens.<br/>"Jaered!" Came the familiar and unsettling voice of his lessons master.<br/><br/>"My schedule says afternoon classes Master V'horn." He said without even turning.<br/><br/>"Sir, it's about the leather bound book you asked of me." The man persisted, ever respectful yet ever fear inspiring.<br/><br/>"What of it sir?"<br/><br/>"I sent it to your room with a new maid." He said before retreating.<br/><br/>"Thank you sir."