[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	Petra was amused, though the sour expression on her face might have told differently. She pointed at the base of Asevor’s person, one of the rays of frost quickly separating from the rest that was orbiting her body. The beam hit the bottom of Asevor’s annoying and seemingly impenetrable barrier. Frost began to spread from where the ice spike landed covering the various debris on the floor in solid water. Similarly, the ice grew up over the barrier until it reached a height equal to Asevor’s waist. The affected area was surrounded in a thin layer of mist as the temperature suddenly dropped around the layer of frost. Petra had released the ray partially in response to Asevor’s comment, and partially on reflex from the wayward arrow exploding. As a result, her ray launched shortly after Jazdia fired her readied arrow.


	Solomon took note of the arrangement of runes, committing as much as he could to memory. While some did line up with what he studied several decades ago, the structure was very complex. It would take him longer still to figure out a means of bypassing the mechanism. The door was especially guarded, but it did have a keyhole of sorts.

	“Yes, we are here for your rescue.” said Solomon without turning. “Antigone is not among us. We have only learned of Asevor’s involvement recently. He is still a part of the ongoing situation, I’m afraid.” Solomon was bothered by the flickering of the illusion, perhaps letting a steady stream of water would better illuminate what he was working with. As it were, there was less than an inch of water in the room, so the threat of drowning was less of a concern than the fail safes Asevor had enchanted. However, his arrival had rushed the red timer, and he wanted to minimize how often he would have to penetrate borders of the box.

	“I imagine you’ve attempted escape, yes? Or at least tried to learn as much of your captors as possible? Is there anything you can tell me of the wizard you mentioned? Such as how you’ve been fed, clothed, or cleansed. Perhaps a word or a spell you’ve caught glimpse of, be it sight or sound. It could narrow down my efforts if so.” Solomon turned his head sideways to get a side glance at the prince’s expression, though the hood made it hard for either of them to get a full view.