<div class="floatright">(http://www.millaj.com/pics/uv151.jpg)</div><br/>Zoe Lirlun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=94371)<br/><br/>Heavy sounds of the lock mechanism to the door being worked finished with the heavy door opening to reveal the apprentice While wearing her typical black robe attire. The armored man could have been non other than the guard captain Drackson.<br/><br/><strong>"Captain?" </strong>The apprentice was stunning but Drackson was familiar with most of the apprentices, all were, some a lot more curvy than herself, still he didnt seem here for a social visit.<br/><br/><strong>"Since when did Nazhun need anything ? More like others needing him right ?"</strong><br/><br/>The comment was phrased to be rhetorical. Perhaps he wanted others to ferry some messages about that would only be received if given by a mage, or apprentice at least. Oh no, what if he decided not to apprentice others any more preferring to go rogue. He couldn't there was so much to learn ! Zoe feared the worst, more due to selfish reason however. Being an apprentice to him was heaven, the man drove his apprentices hard but taught them at a blistering pace. Opportunities like that don't happen ... often.<br/><br/>Either way Drackson didn't make mistakes like this urgency was not something he tried to hide. Zoe nodded and locked the door behind her. Her parents had gone on a holiday of sorts one they were not  sure on their return for. For some raeson they felt like visiting some new island they heard of which was said to have plants of vibrant colors which glowed in the dark which they wanted to capture on canvas. This had left Zoe to personally see to the house, a luxury she quickly became happy for.<br/><br/><strong>"Certainly Captain. I will be hot on your heels, but will make haste there on my own if you wish to rouse others or have something in mind other than being my escort"</strong><br/><br/>She was tempted to pry but thought better off it, the man looked impatient. If the Captain started marching, she would follow, at any indication his legs were destined elsewhere she would walk at a brisk pace to the tower, a path she knew blindfolded.<br/><br/>