Saetan SaDiablo jerked into sudden alertness. He had been resting a bit after a

particularly difficult scholar had held him for hours. It was times like these when he

almost wished he still ruled Hell instead of working in the Keep's Library, almost.

Standing, he paced his room at the Keep, trying to understand the feeling that had

disturbed him. It was obvious that he was in no danger, and a quick check of Jaenelle's

Ring of Honor, which he still wore, told him that nothing was wrong with her. So where

then was this feeling coming from?

Sitting back down he steepled his fingers, the long black nails resting against his chin.

Turning inward he tried to understand it. Welcome and warning were entwined so deeply

it was difficult to tell them apart. But what..?

Rising to his feet again, Saetan called in his traveling cloak. It was the Hall. He had

nearly forgotten that he had such a close connection to the building. Stepping outside he

caught the Black Wind with the most direct root. As he rode he continued to think.

Today was the day Jaenelle's new student was to arrive. The welcoming he could

understand. Dropping from the Wind he walked to the front door of the Hall and

knocked. As he waited for Beale to open the door there was one question for which he

could still not think of an answer. What kind of student would make the Hall call out a

warning to him?