Uilles nodded at the mage's question, he had kept a close eye on Arn and could clearly see how much the attachment to the girl had grown with the events of one single night.
Half of his reason protested against sending the three away at such a crucial time for the country. All could have been rather useful on the battlefield, defending Belisio from the insatiable Empire.
He looked at Tyrhallan, his nephew a man grown and one he believed to be destined for greatness. 
As the Venray to be remembered. 
He smiled wryly perhaps there was still time.
[color=a0410d]"I suggest you three slip over the border and head towards Sensaridh. Even admit the remnants of the once impressive capital of Rhevendahl there still should be information available that might shed some more light on the matter. Perhaps even someone who remembers what had occurred when Rhevendahl fell and whether these types of bindings can be removed?"[/color] Uilles said pointing at Eilis.
[color=a0410d]"Take to the air, I'm sure my brother still has his precious dragon mounts still lying about somewhere."[/color]
Eilis looked up at that curiously.
Uilles noticed and stated again.
[color=a0410d]"I know you're afraid to return, but I believe it is the best option you have. If you want to be in control of your own destiny then make it yourself, be the one that plans and decides her own path, instead of being forces to."[/color]
That resonated with Eilis and stared slightly unnerved, but in awe as well at the strange elder knight. 
The man truly must have been formidable once and now only the clicking of the wooden cane would give away that something was not entirely right. 
How many had he slain? How many had he defeated? His battle prowess must have been formidable if his form was to be believed. Tall like Tyrhallan, but where his nephew was athletic and build for speed, Uilles had seemed to be similiar to a brick wall. Aside from that he was intelligent and reasonable a fearful combination when combined with the deadly blade that now hung ceremoniously on his back.
Eilis was certain that he might be forced to his cane, but that it did not mean the man had turned into a harmless civilian. He was still as much a knight as she read about in the stories.
She was shook from her own musings when Uilles turned to his nephew.
[color=a0410d]"Tyrhallan why don't you take Eilis with you to enjoy the gardens outside. I need to speak with Arn for a moment longer."[/color] Uilles asked through more or less a commanding request.
Eilis nodded and stood up, taking hold of Arn's hand for a moment, squeezing it and holding it for as long as she could before Tyrhallan appeared beside her and requested her to follow him. 
Reluctantly she let his hand go, but cast a longing gaze back at Arn for a moment as Tyrhallan lead her out of the Library.
[color=ed1c24]"Do not worry Eilis."[/color] Tyrhallan said trying to ease her mind. [color=ed1c24]"I'll show you the herbs we have growing in our garden." [/color]
Uilles meanwhile waited until the two were gone and their footfalls had faded into silence after the doors closed behind them, before he handed the wizard the journal.
[color=a0410d]"You'll probably need it."[/color] were his gruff words as he pushed the book into Arn's hands.
[color=a0410d]"And let me warn you ahead of time. I noticed the looks your giving her. Be careful your not overstepping your own abilities. Your mind melting or whatever it is you mages do can be dangerous for the both of you. Be wary of your own thoughts, feelings and emotions. Assure yourself first that their your own."[/color] Were Uilles words to Arn.
[color=a0410d]"And I know you'd probably die for her, but remember if she becomes a real threat to Belisio you might have to do the one thing you currently can't. Which is kill her."[/color] Uilles expected the mage's rage the flare up, deciding to cut it off with his own.
[color=a0410d]"So much for loyalties for your country heh? You think you can cast your duties to the wind at the first sign of a pretty face?!"[/color] He lunged forward and grabbed the mage's tunic pulling him closer with such strength and speed that rivalled Tyrhallan's.
[color=a0410d]"What will you do when she is lost to you beyond saving? Will you sacrifice the Skies for her?"[/color] He spoke now with more calm, but still with enough pressure to make the mage understand. 
[color=a0410d]"I know you don't want these things to happen or even want to imagine them, but for all our sakes I ask that you do. I am taking a gamble on the three of you, so you'd better not disappoint me."[/color] Uilles spoke rather tiredly as he moved away from Arn to the windows overlooking the streets. 
[color=a0410d]"Tyrhallan decided to overstep his boundaries and because of that foolish decision I shall have to hold off the demanding voices within the kingdom. To keep the eager dogs at bay, something has to be thrown to them. Still, I shall enjoy pummeling a few heads again, there still is strength in these old fingers yet."[/color] The man spoke with a certain fondness as he balled his hand into a fist cracking its knuckles.
[color=a0410d]"Always keep moving forward Arn. You all will need to, before this whole ordeal is over."  [/color]