<strong>Xullim</strong><br/><br/>The answers he received seemed to satisfy Xullim. At the least, he chose to cease his questioning. Reverting to standard undercommon, he addressed Master Jevan.<strong>"Apologies for interrupting the lesson, curiosity got the better of me."</strong>He almost added 'you may continue', but thought that might be a little demeaning and Jevan was a good enough sort. If he didn't have a modicum of respect for the man, it would have come out something more like 'well? get your beast in line and get on with it.' Xullim took his seat once acknowledged, and released the hold he had on his energy, allowing it to flow outward harmlessly. It was good it had not come to blows, the beast had an even chance of eviscerating Xullim. That was something no one could know. His display of bravado had cost him some of his mysterious nature, but perhaps it had bought him some peace. If the others thought he could take out a barbazu, they would probably either avoid him or gun for him more. Either way he'd have less to deal with in the long term.<br/><br/>Once seated, he took a survey of the classroom to see who, if anyone, was looking at him. He wanted to know who had understood, who feared, who was intrigued, and who was revolted. His sobriquet, Xullim, had earned him many disfavorable looks. A child born of bastardy in one of the middling houses, it was a miracle he had even been allowed entrance, but such was his skill. Soon his outburst would be forgotten, and only master Jevan would recall that he had spoken at all.