"So, is that all?" Evan asked while looking at the other disciples still standing and backing up towards their Sect's grounds.
"Evian, that might be enough." Gillert said quietly, "This is certainly not what Zayda meant by 'staying out of trouble'."
"What's going on here?"
"Ah, Speak of the devil," Gillert said as Zayda walked out of the Sect and her eyes naturally fell on the kowtowing five who shivered with the Eldritch cold that Evian had seeped into their bodies to ensure they stayed right where they were.
"An innocent exchange of pointers," Evian said, "A simple spar with a bet to make things interesting."
Zayda sighed with a hand on her forehead. She glared at Evian and then at the five at his feet,
