Lady Ophelia introduced each and everyone of the magi in the room. Lux let her eyes wander. She'd seen some of them in her visions, but there were others who'd surprised her with their arrival. She didn't think it was folly in her part that she didn't see them beforehand. Perhaps she had just been busy with other things. It didn't matter now. The King had gathered them for a reason, and Lux wanted to find out why. The people gathered in the room obviously held great power, each one excelling in their respective fields. Lux tried not to let it go to her head, but as usual, she'd failed. Lady Ophelia was right, she was a seeress of no small skill and she reserved the right to be proud about it. Years of studying allowed her that right, or at least, that was what she believed.

Lux was about to open her mouth to speak, to ask the question she knew they were all dying to, but before she was able to, a vision suddenly assaulted her. It took her to a mountainside with the sun returning to its slumber behind the mountains. There was a small cottage with a man working the fields. The woman he lived with was beautiful and carried a young lad of about three years as she went about to watch the man toil. They were the picture of happiness, but something was wrong. In the next second, the utopian lifestyle shattered. There was fire devouring all in its path and horse's hooves that sounded like death marching towards them. The image Lux saw before she returned to the castle was the bloodied bodies of the family.

Lux sighed. Another dead family unrelated to her. She raised a hand to apologize for suddenly zoning out as she dug inside her cloak for her blindfold. She put it on and finally, as impatient as she was, stepped up to ask the question. "Lady Ophelia. Lord Feyne. My King, my Queen." She bowed low to each of them. "You didn't call us for a friendly visit. If you don't mind, we-" she paused, knowing she didn't speak for the rest of them. "If you don't mind, I would like to learn of the identity of our mission."