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A forced transportation spell was a curious one. With his own Ethos, Otis hadn't studied that particular field of magic quite as much as perhaps he should have, but it was clear enough to the Strigidae that he had made the correct choice, deciding not to rely on Fianchetto's magic: the two bandit leaders possessed some form of teleportation themselves. Banishing them while they were relatively healthy would simply mean that they would return at a later time, still just about as healthy as they started.

Which wouldn't be an issue, Otis supposed, since Alto came to the swift conclusion that an expedient retreat was for the better.

Nodding to Iraleth, he stepped into the carriage, squeezing himself into a corner. Otis folded his arms, crossed his legs, and shrunk in for what was definitely going to be a crowded ride back...but, of course, such uncomfortable settings did little to prevent him from asking the first, and perhaps most important, question on his mind.

[b]"So, who else knew about this trip?"[/b]

For the timing was simply too convenient. Two carriages full of young Ethos users who had their essence-manipulating capabilities sealed, attacked by uncommonly skilled bandits not even a day away from Wingram Academy? A situation like this wasn't misfortune. It was [i]conspiracy[/i].