The whole council was reaching its end. The magisters say their goodbyes to each other, and preparations for the great portal are being completed, which theoretically should take everybody to their respective homes. Sure, a few mages always slip through and end up in the wrong place, but that's how magic is. Kutur stares guiltily up at the black mark he left when he drank the potion. That moment, that feeling, was etched permanently into his mind. The feeling of flying and power, of being for just one moment a dragon. Still, though, someone will have to clean the mark, and possibly repaint. Probably an apprentice or small village's mage. It won't be easy, that's for sure. Poor lad.

He closed his eyes and stepped through the portal. The brilliant purple enveloped him, then faded, leaving him in the hall of Xigyll. Rughoi stared at him like he just appeared out of thin air, which to be fair, he had.

"Your Might, Your Mercy, I sincerely apologize for my absence. I know that I have a duty to the peoples of Xigyll, and resolve to carry out that duty. Tomorrow. Good day," Kutur said, before either Rughoi or Ardasa could act. Then, he simply turned and walked out of the hall, through the front door, and made a beeline for his hut away from the city. Right now, he needed to be alone.