Sereena gets both better and worse

The inept but optimistic Marlon’s been attending the combat school for several weeks now and his sorceress friend Sereena’s taken to meeting him for lunch.

After watching Marlon get beaten on by the other students for about an hour, Sereena sighs at her ferret familiar, opens up her satchel and unpacks a light lunch.

She was going to share it with her meat-headed friend but by the look of his apoplectic, purple faced instructor, he won’t be getting a break anytime soon.

‘No matter Wrony; it just means there’s more for you and me.’

She smiles down at poor Marlon from the stands.

All that effort, just to get marginally better at hiting things.

Unlike pure human Wizards, Sereena doesn’t need practice to improve. She felt her power grow unbidden back on Squamata, just as she felt her fragile heart blacken in response.

When she stills her mind, she can sense her dragon ancestor clawing up at her soft, human flesh, day by day.

Calling for gold and demanding glory and power.

She knows she should resist but the draconic urges are just too strong.

A Nite's stroll

Nite' hops out onto the window ledge of his second storey room, swinging effortlessly up onto the roof he carefully makes he way up towards the large chimney stack.
It takes him a moment to spot Cogitari, contentedly curled against the warm bricks, and another moment to retrieve one of the several bags of coins he has stashed.

Urging his familiar to stay and guard, Nite' speeds off across the roof tops. A mere shadow in the night, his destination the local thieves den - a place of iniquity and vice.
On his finger the spoils of his latest adventure, the opal stoned magic ring. He looked forward to later 'safely' testing its powers.
The division of treasure seemed to have gone well, the ring and throwing knife the only items of interest to Nitendae. Let the other two sort out the rest, although he did hope Marlon might carry the bag. The conversations between them should be interesting.
And if Sereena stays with them it might be idea for the two sorcerers to chat and compare teachings.

Reaching a roof top above the 'den' Nite' pauses and watches awhile, he spots two look-outs and several trip alarms. Avoiding the former and dis-arming the latter Nite' drops to the ground and approaches the entrance to the den, hopefully the two musclebound doormen were expecting him....