All Faust wanted to do was drive the bench to his left into the quartermasters face, but instead he pushed his anger to the back of his mind and tried to think clearly. The last time that he had injured another man at the kings court he had been whipped so bad he couldn't walk for three days. The whipping had not even been the worst of it when the man he had beat up found him defenseless and with his magic bound. He still had scares from that particular incident.

Leashing his already boiling over anger Faust ground his teeth together and said clearly, " As you wish, but I don't expect to learn anything from the likes of you, Quartermaster." As much as Faust tried he couldn't keep his mocking laughter quite.

Only later when they left him bloody and crying for mercy did he regreted his laughter. The world was going black when he felt a light touch on his forehead. Crystal blue eyes staired into Faust's while he felt his battered body float into the air.

"Who...?" He whispered.

"Shh...rest. I am Sasha." Her voice was calming and almost lulled Faust to sleep, but some where in his self conscious he felt the magic trying to force him to sleep.

"Cant help...I'm a mage..." Faust couldnt hold on to consciousness much longer.

"Don't worry, so am I." Sasha's tanned skin was the last thing Faust saw before he joined the darkness.