Go to your room

It took only a little while longer for everyone else to find their partners. Most seemed pleased with who they ended up with, but you couldn't help but notice a few looks were shot at certain key individuals. Likely those that had the highest standing in the social pecking order or known skill set. Some of those eyes even fell upon you and Krakoa with a mixture of envy and contempt. You may have ended up getting someone that others had intended to go out on a limb for, and there was even the possibility a few people had wanted you. You didn't get too much time to dwell on the considerations of who was the lucky one here, as Mortis quickly drew everyone's attention.

"Now that I see everyone has gathered with their future roommates, I will be assigning you to your rooms. Each pair come to me one at a time and I will send you on your way." Mortis stated, his fingers interlocking in front of him as the pairs began forward.

Krakoa made her heritage abundantly clear as she pushed forward, dragging you along past others who cast glares and curses, which you hoped were only in insult and not some true magical punishment, as you were drawn to the front.

"Aaah, Krakoa Bonesmith, I see you've chosen Lady Morgana's pet project as your partner. Seems you're seeking power plays as much as any other. And whoever said that orcs couldn't play politics?" the gaunt man murmured as you and Krakoa stood before him. His words seemed to be an odd mixture of jab and jest, as Krakoa's lips curled back in a silent snarl, but made no move to react violently to him.

Looking between the two, you coughed a little and spoke up. "Um, actually, you can just call me-"

Thrusting a hand up to cut you off, Mortis said "It matters not. Surely you two must know I am joking of course. I do have such great respect for the Bonesmith, as they had opened my eyes to certain aspects of Necromancy that would have left me behind in my own studies had I not spent that year with your people." Turning his attention from Krakoa to you, he added "And all of us on the staff joked a bit about Lady Morgana's interest in you, but you certainly shut some of us up while letting jaws drop with the others with your abundance of mana. Now it's my duty to make sure it doesn't go to waste."

"And mine." Krakoa spoke up, pounding a fist to her ample chest. "Krakoa will make certain weak man become strong. Bonesmith respect strength and he have much." she added, casting you a glance and a grin that made you redden a bit from embarrassment and appreciation.

Looking between the two of you, Mortis' grin seemed to grow in an unnerving way, one even the rather bold Krakoa seemed to shy away from. "Such a lovely pairing you two are, I expect great things. That being said, Lady Morgana does wish for me to attend some additional attention to our fledgling Necromancer here. Being that your tribe has such talents in our field, I will request that you help him where you can Krakoa. Otherwise, I will speak to you after our first lesson tomorrow." Mortis stated before moving along.

You'd gone to open your mouth to ask more about it, but a silvery mist floated out of Mortis mouth, taking on the faint outline of a humanoid being. It motioned for you to follow, and Krakoa gave you **** as she practically dragged you along, taking you several seconds before your legs got moving fast enough to match her pace.

By the time the specter stopped, you were out of breath, ready to double over, while Krakoa seemed undisturbed in the slightest. The specter slipped into the keyhole of the door, turning into an actual key that unlocked it. Inside was a fair sized room, definitely capable of accommodating two adults and their belongings, with just a bit of extra room for additional adornments.

Leading the march inside, Krakoa looked back to you and set down her bag, a fair sized sack made of some animal's skin that landed with a thud that told you its contents were heavy. "Shit, Krakoa grab you too fast, left your bag behind." she stated, moving for the door to presumably go get it, but you held a hand up to stop her.

"I -agh- d-don't really have anything besides the clothes on my back." you panted out, earning a surprised look.

"Why is that?"