--- Meeting Room ---

After bidding a quick farewell to the Princess, Kazudain and Maldur followed the Feathered One to meet with the Kingdom's Court Mage. After quick pleasantries the pair had retired for the night to continue the next day.

Having returned refreshed Kazudain could focus on the reasons he was summoned. Of course better introductions came before anything else. Taking a seat the man folded his hands before him while Maldur sat to his side.

[color=7ea7d8]"I see and greet you, Court Mage Athos of Zauberheim. I am Kazudain, The Lightning Arch-mage. If that name is not known to you I am known as the Blitz Warrior in many Elf circles."[/color] It had been nearly 70 years since he last uttered that title, last spoken during and after the battle of Amalrala. In lands to the west lied the Elven Kingdom of Amalrala, so named after their patron Goddess. Their lands bordered on the Eastern fringe of the Bast lands where many a barbarous tribe resided. 

Tensions had always been moderate between the two lands but peace had been kept for hundreds of years. But in recent years at the time, tensions had been building at a rapid pace; yearly raid counts rising, each moving further beyond the border. Even though talks were successful, it only delayed the inevitable. 

What became known as the Battle of Amalrala was a six month siege of the kingdom by the united barbarian hordes of the Bast lands. He and Maldur had come to the kingdom two weeks after the battles began, aiding the kingdom by the front lines. They had saved many a soldier during those long months using their abilities to blitz across the battlefields at a rapid pace, hence why many called him such.

After six months the Barbarian Kings finally entered the fray and fought against the pair along with King Quintos and Queen Dalva of Amalrala. The battle was long, fierce and still sung to this day in many Elf battalions. 

[color=7ea7d8]"And I managed nothing good sir. The receptionist allowed us both to enter, placing my partner as a simple animal companion. Which as you deduced is far from the truth."[/color] He inclined his head towards Maldur, chuckling. [color=7ea7d8]"Maldur is one of the rare Great Tigris Glacius of the frozen wastes far to the North. Capable of great Ice Magics and instincts, many who mistake him for something simple soon learn that is not the case."[/color] He reached over to give Maldur a quick pet before gaining a more serious expression.

[color=7ea7d8]"Now then with introductions concluded, what would you need of me? A person of your status doesn't ask to meet anyone out of mere curiosity."[/color] His words were calm, if a little blunt.

--- Southern Gate Town ---

The could feel the tension in the air as everything got into position. Within the pack he carried lied the tablet they would use to not only summon their aid but also their means to whisk Juan away. The carriage passed by with no sight of his pursuers. It seemed the time was soon upon them. But before Tibrus could utter a word, the situation descended into... less than ideal conditions.

[color=a2d39c]"Blast it, I don't like this but we have have to move. Fly, the both of you! I'll set the portal."[/color] With that, he gingerly dropped his pack and took out the keystone. Thankfully it wasn't very large nor heavy but was still vitally important. Taking out a vile of amber liquid Tibrus quickly drank it, sparks jutting from his hands. Feeling the mana course through him, Tibrus focused it into the keystone causing both it and it's twin to briefly glow. That was the signal Athos needed to send reinforcements. He sent a few more pulses before any guards could be sent. A trio of pulses, a pause before 5 more. It was an old code he and Athos had agreed on to help describe what the situation was. Street moderately crowded with slight panic followed by close to target, need to extract now.