Roenan waited until Saive was out of sight to pick up his bag and start walking as if he was going to the building too. He walked for a while down a stone-paved walkway. It was surrounded by green and brown of trees and bushes, but you could catch glimpses of different grey buildings in the gaps between the branches and leaves. He bent to shuffle around in his bag as the last stragglers made their way down the left. Once he didn't see anyone from any direction, he stood up and swung his bag over his shoulder, heading down the walkway to the right. He passed by some students dressed in the same uniform as him. Some didn't pay him any notice, others stared or glared at him, and he assumed it was because he looked pretty Jaedan at the moment. Like Saive, he had tanned a lot during all the outdoor physical training and work at the boot camp. The overall darkness of his skin tone, his brown hair, and the dark caramel color of his eyes really contrasted with the silver in them, causing them stand out vividly.

He finally made it to the front entrance of the library, where two young men were exiting the front doors. Roenan thought to run up and slip in past the doors before they closed, but he was too far away. He decided he would give his new card a try.

He went up to the front entrance and slid his card into the machine next to the door. The finger scanner lit up, bright green, and he pressed his pointer finger against the pad. He heard the familiar sound of the beep and the lock slide. He raised his eyebrows testing the door, and the it swung open for him. He felt a huge wash of relief.

Roenan cautiously step through the doors and looked around him. To the left was a study area full of long desks and chairs. A few groups were leaning over their papers and mumbling to one another. A few were typing rapidly on their laptops, concentration etched across their faces.

Further up there was a computer area. Only a few people stood in front of them, some running to the printers at the end of the desks to collect their papers. There was an information area ahead of him, and to the left it looked like there was a library map framed on the wall. Roenan began walking toward the map. He stopped in front of it and surveyed his eyes around until he saw the room he was looking for. It was on the third floor in a private study lounge.

There was an elevator to his right, but he walked further to take the stairs. Once he reached the third floor he stepped out of walked toward the glass door to his right and opened it, looking around. There were rows of bookshelves in front of him. He peeked down one of the rows and saw what looked like an open room full of desks on the other side. One student was writing away at a desk and not far from him another lay with his head in his arms on top of an open book, possibly sleeping. Roenan looked left and right. Along the walls across from the bookshelves were cubicles for enclosed study rooms.

He turned left and began walking watching as the numbers decreased on the cubicle doors which confirmed that he was going the right direction. Finally, he stopped in front of room three-sixty-four. It was the number he had memorized before he had flushed the scrap of paper which Drakke had slipped him in the private conference room, what felt like years ago, down hospital room's toilet along with some of his drunken antics.

He stared at the handle for a minute or so. Nerves were welling in him, and he wasn't too sure why. Or, at least, he didn't want to acknowledge why. He took a deep breath and sighed out a long breath before gripping the handle and rolling the door open.

He stepped into the room and rolled the door closed behind him.

"Lock it."

Roenan looked back to watch his hand as he sent the lock home before shifting his gaze back up.

"You kept your promise." Drakke was speaking in Vernajjian. And that was all that Roenan intended to speak back.

"You thought I wouldn't?"

Drakke was in his university uniform, leaning casually in a rolling chair with his feet tossed up on the study table. He had a book in his hands and his bag sat next to his chair. It was almost a nostalgic sight.

"Sit." He gestured to the seat in front of him. Roenan moved, staring at Drakke the entire way. The room was oddly modern for how old the university's library seemed. The desk was white and the small, but fancy, chairs rotated between blue and tan around the desk. He pulled out the chair Drakke had indicated to and sat down in it carefully as he let his bag slide off his shoulder to the floor.

He saw Drakke's eyes drift up and down his figure and Roenan rose his eyebrows expectantly.

"You look good." He said.

Roenan tilted his head back and looked at Drakke from under half closed eyelids. He didn't say anything.

A smirk began to creep across Drakke's face. "What?"

Roenan rose his eyebrows further and shook his head.

"That's alright, don't tell me then." Drakke said, turning his smile toward his bag. "Care for a game?"

He brought his hands out of his bag. One had a pack of cards and the other had a bottle of Vernajjian whiskey, Roenan noticed now that he could read the label.

"You're accent is nice." Drakke said. "It's not as thick as most of the Jaedan's I've heard."

"Saive helped me." Roenan said.

"Is that so?" Drakke asked. "He did seem to have mastered that, after all."

He shuffled the cards.

"Did you get close to him?" Drakke asked, suddenly. Roenan looked up from the cards and met his eyes without speaking.

Drakke shuffled them again. The flipping sound, as they fanned down, sounded loud in the tense silence.

"What kind of things did he have to tell you about?" Drakke tried.

"Did we start the game already and I'd missed it?" Roenan shot back.

Drakke snickered. "Fair enough," He said.

He twisted the cap of the whiskey and poured it into the two crystal glasses he'd set on the table. He dealt out the cards, a faint smirk on this face.

"Alright. You know the rules. Let's begin."

They flipped a card off of the top of their pile. Drakke drew a three and Roenan drew a six.

"Have you hurt Saive before?" He asked, not skipping a beat. "And I'm not talking about that sorry excuse of a fight you had right after we left the hospital."

Drakke had been staring down at the cards and he closed his eyes for a long second. When he opened them, his eyes were looking straight into Roenan's from under his dark eyebrows. His gaze seemed to carry something heavy.

"I have." He answered.

Roenan's blood ran cold. "Why? What did you do to him?" His voice wavered.

Drakke shook his head and pointed to the cards. Roenan's jaw worked as he reached down for another card. They flipped again. Roenan drew a king and Drakke drew a nine.

"Why?" Roenan asked again, anger seeping into his tone this time.

"I was punished." Drakke answered, pointing to the cards again. Roenan glared at him, not quite understanding his answer. They flipped again. Roenan drew a three and Drakke drew a two. Drakke scowled.

"What did you do to him?" Roenan practically shouted. Drakke's expression was irritated as reached for his glass and brought it up to his lips. He met Roenan's eyes for a split second before he threw his liquor back.

Roenan shot up from his seat, the chair clattering back, and swooped down to snag his bag before starting for the door.

"Is that it?" Drakke called. "You don't have any more questions for me?"

Roenan stopped and abruptly turned around, charging toward for table. He ripped Drakke's cards from where they say on the table, and grabbed the pile he'd had on the desk. He flipped them over carelessly, some sliding away from his reach, and splayed the others until he grabbed a five from Drakke's pile and a five from his own. They were the first pair he spotted. He slammed them down right next to each other the desk in front of Drakke and leaned forward as he got in his face.

"Do me a fucking favor and don't talk to me anymore." Roenan snarled. His nose was scrunched in distaste as he straighten up and turned to walk away, straightening the shoulder strap. He reached the door, sliding it open quickly before aggressively slamming it shut. A younger looking boy who had been passing flinched and turned his head to stared at Roenan in shock.

"Piss off!" Roenan hissed in Jaedan before he turned to the right and headed for the exits.