[h1]The Great Library[/h1]

Vulcan merely nodded to Sophia's words. His fiery aura settling to a calming warm. He knew what she was going through. To fear for your Kingdom's safety was not very different from a Dragon's horde of knowledge. Graciously sharing her wisdom with the Monks has opened his eyes to this. His soft white coated brows narrowed as he began to step back from the aura resonating from her as she continued speaking. It was no different from a Queen fortifying her walls. She now understood how serious it was.

With part of his mission complete he spoke up once she completed her reel. "Do not worry. The lords of every kingdom are set to gather at the king of Vrondi's castle. Every Queen and King will be there. I set out to find you once I heard of this. My intention is what we have now. That is to say.." He looked at the dark corridors within the large looming library. "I wanted you to accompany me as a guest to this gathering. You have been away for quite some time. Most do not know of you." He looked her in the eyes as he spoke. 

"Regardless at least the Fotian nation will aid you. That I swear on my Tyro ancestor's blood." Fist meeting chest he bowed to emphasize his promise.

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[center][h1]Vrondi Capital[/h1][/center]
Vrondi's capital gates were open to all those with citizenship badges. Whether one came by sky or portal all would be checked for their badges. Unlike other nations Vrondi was strict and did not accept bribes. The Taxis were also involved in guarding the city as well as parts of the Aion. Angelic being floating above made the magical city even more majestic. Many of them dropping the petals of flowers as confetti. Raining multicolored fragrances on the guests and citizens below. Most rejoiced to this even those not used to the surface such as the Lassa who found their inability to breathe air not hindering their fascination with the visual spectacle of it all.

The beggars were pushed off the streets. Despite them being citizens fallen on hard times they were second class and were mostly traveling around the small cluster of homes by the river south east of the castle and the main events. This was to seclude them away from the royals of the different nations. There a beggar saw a woman approach. He was an older man who was partially drunk given his half empty glass bottle. The liquid inside was a crystal blue yet bubbled at the top.

It was not long until he was able to notice that this woman was not another beggar or a villager from Vrondi. She was clad in a dark aura unlike the pleasant people who came in for today's ongoing events. Few entered the low class block by the water. "What'd ya wunt?" He slurred a bit when speaking and took another sip of his drink. The barrel of hay below him kept him comfortable as he sat in the sunlight. He appeared to be a mix of Sol and something else. His clothes were torn but his long beard and chipped goat like horns were covered in moss and colorful mushrooms. 

Some even on his barefoot toes.

[@Ciaran]