The study at Goldenbane castle was cold that morning. Thick grey clouds covered the usually tropical azure skies over Devensheer, and rain had fallen for the better part of a week. The city-folk trudged far below the 80 story tower along their morning businesses, as Cyphus Soren’Dragon peered through to portcullis absently.
There was an evil that tainted the Ways. The magics of the Ways faltered, hestitating before his touch as he spoke a summoning,
“Thoe’friahrae!” his right index pointed at the hearth, and arcana flowed from the Ways into him and ignited a fire over the coal.
A rap came at the door.
“Enter,” he bade.
The door opened slightly ajar and admitted a young acolyte, “Master,” the boy said.
“Thalen, yes, come in,”
“Thank you, My Lord. He is here!” the boy bowed.
Cyphus’ elfish face was surprised, “I did not expect him for another two days”
“He IS here!”
“Very well, send him in!”
The door opened wider, and a red-fleshed horned tieflng bowed, “Bahl of the Shadow Knights at your command, My lord,”