Illyad growled. "My meddlesome brother. How could I have been so stupid? Our magic cancels each other out." He sighed. "Be prepared, but sit down, and act relaxed." He told Alex, taking a seat in his own chair. "I know who it is, and what they're looking for."

He turned to look as the door opened, Alex had just sat down and taken a relaxed posture on the chair opposite Illyad.

"Nyaira, dear, to what do we owe this pleasure?" Illyad asked, smiling. "Can I get you anything? Tea? Biscuits? A wooden stake?" He asked, chuckling.