All was quiet in the slave reconditioning holding area. A dark figure was looking over the acquisitions that would be soon fetching them a hefty sum. Who would have thought that students would be so valuable?
It was then that the lights went out. The figure received word over their communicator that the power to the slave pens was cut and it would be worked on. As they closed the channel, their communicator shorted out and a red portal appeared. A man encased in armor made of human remains stepped through. He pointed his bone staff at the dark figure and it seemed as if the armor and staff were still animate as they seemed to move of their own accord.
"I have come for what is mine!"

Beings capable of sensing the change and deviations in power and in life would know without a doubt, the being approaching was capable and in command of that power. A smirk formed upon the lips of that being that received him nodded before showing the enslaved and broken students who fell to their knees. The host turned towards the invader, commanding the slaves to follow him. Every battle has its place - and this was not it, nor was it the right time.

The Headmaster stepped back through the portal and it closed. All operations of the Inn returned to normal.