Levius freed? That was almost bordering on ridiculous. Who would design an impenetrable prison meant to last until the prisoner's death, yet somehow make it so that you could break in. Well, this trip was going to last longer than expected. "[i]Thilnot[/i]," he whispered, the arcane word sending a shiver down his spine. An angular glyph flared into existence, replacing itself with a miniaturized form of a one winged Ta'maxan. "Dar, you need to come to the castle, fast!" She nodded, and he let the spell fall back into threads of magic and walked into the armoury, not really expecting anything he'd be interested in, but he supposed that Darïdre could use a pair of matched daggers; she seemed to have some skill, especially with a pair, when it came to short blades. Standing on his toes, he swore. Why were the people in this land so much taller than in Gylon? Something still managed to catch his eye, though. Pushing through the throng, he found his way to what he saw: Two daggers, the blades made of a black metal that seemed to both reflect light and stay at an unchanging shade, and carved with intricate golden runes and designs. He picked the two up and waited. Darïdre would be a bit, and he needed to sit down.