"Good, stay out of trouble kiddo, and all will be well in time." Azrael stood up and left the room, leaving the child alone in his room. He knew that he should be more strict, but somewhere in his being he could not bring it up to be cruel to anyone, except his most hated of foes. He slowly made his way down the hallways, towards the mess hall, checking his watch as he went, wishing to make sure that he would be on time. "Bad business if the drillmaster is late himself...." He couldn't help but grin, knowing that none would be punctual if he would not be so either....