And here, at some point, came Alleyana. Still as armored as always, big fuck-off shield on her back and big, gryphon-winged mace at her hip.

Her scalp was starting to itch... in the places it didn't simply ache from the constant pull of braiding not undone since before arriving back onto this world. It was annoying. She'd been especially harsh to her students today, letting Jethro chase the screaming little monsters around the field at the school. Nothing got the blood pumping like a very fast, very horrifying bog mummy with a sword through its face.

She grunted a greeting at Dorian as she passed, heading for the stairs -- god damned stairs she was so tired of stairs -- up.