"Your Might," said a guard authority, who unceremoniously approached Rughoi as he worked on the walls. "One of the citizens reported seeing a bright flash beyond that hill over there. He was not able to give details, but I and my compatriots have reason to believe they may be Mitronian Loyalists."

"This cannot come at a worse time," grumbled Rughoi, setting a brick. "All of the hands are on the public works. If they attack now, the city will crumble to dust. Especially if they were able to hire wizards or the like." He set down his tools and motioned to the guard. "Take over here. Perhaps it is best I return to the throne." Then, he rushed back to the palace. 

"Kutur!" he shouted, the moment he burst through the doors. Kutur rushed up, papers flying everywhere. "Your Might!" he wheezed. "From my calculations, t-"

"Another time, Kutur," Rughoi interrupted. "A situation has come up. Tell me everything you know about magic. You learned some, did you not?"

"Yes, Your Might, I have," said Kutur. "The Red Discipline, from Bythesea. Effective stuff," said Kutur, catching his breath.

"Excellent," drawled Rughoi. "Start talking."