[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	Petra launched a ray of ice towards Asevor as he attempted to leave the keep. Though the force broke the last one, Asevor all but ignored Petra in his escape. Unfortunately, the ray remained true despite the wind. Asevor, on the other hand, was ripped into the hurricane, though his protective shield probably saved him from the violent winds. At least from the winds directly, it would be hard to fly against such powerful gale. Her ray of ice struck the frame of the entrance, encasing it and parts of the wall in ice

	Like Jazdia, Petra approached the entrance of the keep, landing to better brace herself against the wind’s vacuuming effect. She had five rays remaining and one by one she released them, flying true to Asevor’s general position. The wind was working to slam Asevor into the wall, and that was fine by Petra. At least he would be contained to a small area. As each ray flew through the storm, the wind seemed to have no effect, but the rain froze as it passed, leading to small bits of ice to crackle on the ground, melting quickly in the pooled waters. 

	Back inside the keep among the higher floors, Solomon frowned as he listened to the prince. He knew is part that the key would be a rune, but had some hope that it could be something else. While Solomon learned to read some runes, or even interact with a few, he knew nothing about crafting them.

	“I trust that is everything, then? Is there anything else you might be neglecting to mention?” asked Solomon. He wanted to be sure he got all the information he could get. As it were, Solomon was ill equipped to open the box outside of widening the forced opening. Ideally, Solomon would rescue the prince of his prison without outright bowing it up or otherwise accelerating the timer. The situation was tricky. Asevor seemed too arrogant to always be on constant watch over the box, yet he with how paranoid the stories portrayed him, it was unlikely he would let anyone else besides himself have access to a key.

	“When the maid had come, had she come alone or had wizard in purple opened it? Are there any instances where said wizard was not present? Even to just use this slot on the door? From the time before you were first placed within the box until now. Please do not leave out any details.” The slot was an idea. It was too narrow for a normal person to pass through, but Solomon got to thinking. Incorporeal form only affected him and his belongings. Normally this spell wouldn’t work with another. It was risky, but if the prince were among his possessions, perhaps he could stretch the magic a little beyond its function. Perhaps that would be best used as a last chance attempt, an idea that Solomon was not in favor of. Another would be to try and peak at what the failsafe below the floor would be. But that would certainly increase the timer again. And severing the connection would probably trigger a fail safe to the fail safe to prevent tampering. It was starting to feel impossible without Asevor to open the container.