Thanking the Court Mage as she left to be at the Princess' side, Tiral quickly moved off towards the location he had been directed towards, constantly reminding himself that time was definitely of the essence. Though the issue had already begun to get a bit messy, he could at least catch a few snippets of the conversations popping up left and right around them. Regardless of how... [i]Vulgar[/i] some of them were, the fact that they had a necromancer in a crypt to deal with now?
...
Well, that wasn't exactly the most heartening of things to hear. Any sort of magic specializing in the dead whilst being surrounded by skeletons was something that just screamed 'disaster in the making' to him...

And he was fairly certain that controlling the hordes of undead wasn't going to be any easier. So long as there wasn't any sort of skeleton army marching at their doorsteps, though, it could probably be workable.

Walking through the doorway to the room and checking over the desk, Tiral found a small stack of papers piled neatly in a stack. A swift motion later, and he walked straight out of the room, now carrying said papers in his hands as he began to leaf through them. A few more frivolous things were written on a few papers in the mix: ones that were more suited to aiding the populace in a more rudimentary manner. But...

"Ah, here we are. Magical wards..."

Muttering to himself as he began to read the notes in detail, the ice mage stopped before the captain and, hearing the announcement to move out, frowned a bit.

"Er... Pardon, Captain, but shouldn't we return to base before moving out, then? We're not exactly ready for combat dressed as we are now, after all. I understand that the situation requires us to be quick, but at the same time..."