Yashar was pacing back and forth in the entry room of his tower. He had spent the last hour extremely busy trying to make the tower look impressive. In the entry room, he made sure to put all of his crystal balls over every flat surface, each showing different images that Yashar had no idea what were supposed to mean, but created an impressive view. The smallest one, he carried with him. This one showed what stood after his door. [color=fff79a]"Pretty useful to know who's coming and how to react. I do have my good moments"[/color], he praised himself.

   On the way up, the long spiral staircase had all the decorations on the walls removed and any light sources covered and hidden. Torches were lit on the walls, shining in a dark shade of blue and providing no heat. This was supposed to be a small way to showing off.

   The main room in which he was supposed to hold the meeting was covered with magical items he gathered through the years. Weapons, armors, staves and amulets. A big bag of gold was half opened at the corner of the red wood table. Behind that table, a fur covered chair was placed for him. In front of it, half a dozen wood chairs forming a half circle.

   In all his efforts to make sure his tower was imposing enough, he almost forgot to place a ward at the door to make sure that the ones entering the tower meant no harm. He was barely started with the conjuration when he heard a knock on the door. [color=fff79a]"That was quicker than expected"[/color], he said to himself as he quickly finished the ward. The ward was another one created by Devon, but with Yashar's own twist. Anyone going through would feel an impact over their body, nothing too big, of course, only enough for the magic to go through them. Anyone who was downright aggressive towards the mage would suffer deep burns when stepping inside, as well as being thrown out of the turret. Or at least should do that. Yashar never got a chance to test it.

  He looked at his crystal ball. Standing outside of his door was a Half-Elf, carrying what was apparently enough weaponry for a small army. He could clearly see two staves and a blood colored sword, but the ball also showed him that he carried some more magical artifacts with him. Looking a bit deeper, he could also see an Orc guiding some humongous beast by a chain. The pair was staring at his turret, even though from a safe distance.

  With the ward settled, there was no reason why he shouldn't get things started. [color=fff79a]"Well, that unusual, to say the least"[/color], Yashar said as he opened the door to the half elf. Pointing in the distance to the Orc, he screamed [color=fff79a]"Are you coming or staring is good enough for you two? Of course the big one will have to stand outside, I don't think I have a big enough door for him!"[/color]