The awkward moment of silence with the Court Mage left Tiral to swim in his own thoughts for a while. With his former plans now firmly tossed straight out the window, the mage-knight was left with naught to do but try and help in those plans for research. It wasn't as if he wanted to extend talk of that sort of problematic material anyhow, and staying quiet to let other people do their job was probably for the best.

Even so, the fact that he was left twiddling his thumbs to pass the time idly by when he wasn't helping to search for other documents may as well have drove him to the brink of sanity. He wanted to do [i]something[/i] that wasn't file another few dozen sheets of parchment because of the incompetency of his seniors.

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After the relatively peaceful day prior, Tiral was wont to attend as soon as he heard that a herald had arrived. There was no particular rhyme or reason as to [i]why[/i], and though he may have said otherwise it was clear that he was showing himself to dodge the problems of other magi. The mention of an orc raid caused the mage's gaze to sharpen, and he immediately took off to go obtain his own equipment. With such a hasty report, he could only assume the numbers to be well beyond any amount that would ordinarily be able to be 'smuggled', essentially, into the area. In an ideal scenario, he would have the time to figure out why and how they mobilized...

But this wasn't ideal in any sense of the word. With his sword at his side and dagger tucked away in its usual hiding spot, Tiral returned to the gates, ready for battle. After the last set of incidents, some fresh air was gladly appreciated.