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Aaralon finished his breakfast thoughtfully. He had a number of options; he could ignore this latest news, he could skive off classes today and test his skills in his new found hobby again or he could try and get involved. Red linchen was a real temptation. He could use the Tar'oth imp to spy on the "rescue mission" and steal some red linchen, but that was risky, she might get spotted or traced back to him and he doubted the wisdom of letting the demon have the red linchen in her clutches.

There was one clear option; go himself. Aaralon knew he really wasn't that bothered about the missing Princesses, he hoped they were already but suspected they were off on some adventure. Their adventure, hopefully, would led him to some powerful demonology ingredients and fuel some adventures of his own.

He had to go speak to Memp. That in itself would be an adventure.

Aaralon had just about an hour before classes began for the day. Memp was likely to either still be in his quarters or preparing for his first class. Neither option was particularly tempting. If the rumours about Memp were true then going to his private room and knocking on the door could be... unsavoury. The alternative, going to a class early, would be more public and there would be whispers.