[color=tan][h2]Ovak[/h2][/color]

[color=Tan]”Ah, well I could be getting my train of thoughts crossed. Not many are able to tell the difference after all and few live to make that mistake again. Their magic is rather old and derived from a source best left alone in the end.”[/color] Ovak stated simply, his words paused to bring his tea to his lips again. The steam wafting up and into his nostrils. A minty scent lingering in his memory for a few moments. 

He thought for a moment, his fingers tightened as something passed through his mind. The archmage inhaled a moment then let out the breath in a bitter sigh. Avoiding it was impossible but he hated having his peace taken away by the collecting mob, his eyes shifted to the pair with a slight apologetic look. However, he refused to send them away. If they left on their own was another matter and fully understandable. 

Slowly, Ovak leaned into Leith’s side then whispered. [color=tan]”Brace yourself, we might become rather popular here shortly. If you want to run, I don’t blame you. Just wish I could follow.”[/color]

The words barely finished, the diplomats drew close like vultures waiting to pick a carcass clean when the lions were done.