A/N – Tyrion and Teclis books made me write this. If you read those books you might have a good idea of what kind of a being the main character is going to be. Time-line wise, it's set after the Great Chaos Incursion during which those two became famous, but way before the time of the Karl Franz and second incursion.

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Bel-Tethlis, one of the hundreds of the elven princes stirred, his mind slowly becoming awake and aware of the things happening around him. He let out a soft groan as beams of sunlight entered through the crystal windows of his bedchamber and touched his eyes. He was an asur and one of their traits were more keen senses. A thing he didn't appreciate now.

"That was a pleasant night," someone said and he smiled at the soft, smooth voice of Noyelle, his current lover and companion. "The day will be less pleasant, tho."

Bel-Tethlis looked at her, his deep blue keen eyes focused on a face and body that even among the asur was considered a rare example of beauty. "My grandfather should be hosting a ball today," he said and leaned over to kiss her. "You are as always invited for it."

She pouted, yet even when she was unhappy she looked charming for Bel-Tethlis, her pale skin, yet not too pale, the hair the color of gold and emerald eyes were all he desired and wanted. "The balls he hosts are boring."

"I will be there," Bel-Tethlis said with a smile. "And he is one of the princes of Saphery. You should not insult him with your behavior." Bel-Tethlis paused for a second, his eyes shining with mirth. "Prince Tyrion might be present. If the rumors at the palace are right, he is here, in Lothern, and has some business to do with my grandfather."

The pout turned into a playful smile, one that almost charmed Bel-Tethlis into doing whatever Noyelle wanted to do. "You can be convincing, very convincing, love," she murmured. Her finger trailing to his mouth. "You know that I like prince Tyrion and that your presence is worth dealing with your grandfather."

"I knew you would say that," Bel-Tethlis murmured softly. "After all, nights in bed with me are worth everything, aren't they?" He asked teasingly and cast an irritating look at the door as someone was knocking.

"They are," Noyelle said and pulled silken bedsheets onto herself to hide her nude form from the outsiders. "I think someone wants your attention." The knocking became more forceful and urgent. "And rather badly at that."

"Yes."

Bel-Tethlis got out of the bed and dressed himself in a loose robe in the blue and gold of Saphery and his house before walking to the door. He opened them and looked out. "What?" he asked, his voice dangerous and suddenly rough.

"My prince," the servant said, almost bowing in half. "Your grandfather would like to speak with you. As soon as possible."

A deep rumble left Bel-Tethlis' throat, his eyes becoming stormy. "Tell me that I will see him," he said and closed the door. Turning to Noyelle he let out a childish huff. "Either he finally started to care that I sleep with you, or there is some plot going on, or something else."

She seemed amused, her emerald eyes filled with sparks of mirth. "You seem to be overreacting," she said and smiled. "Tell me, it's not a secret who is your lover, your family is fine with it and now they are unhappy? That's not their style." She shrugged, her shoulders rolling in annoyance. "I think he might want to have your opinion or something or use you as a chess piece in one of the plots."

Bel-Tethlis looked at her, his eyes for a second focused on her exposed breast. Then he shook his head, wards he wove around himself pushing aside her seductive magic. "Perhaps you're right," he said and sighed. "It's just that I like you and enjoy your company. I know he is old and cunning enough to see what affects me and how. We, princes of Saphery plot against each other even more than any other family of Ulthuan."

"I was born and raised here," Noyelle said with a snort. "In the great and cosmopolitan Lothern, the place where lovers scheme against lovers, brothers against brothers, sons against fathers and nobles against princes. Trust me, when it comes to scheming, you saw nothing."

"Mayhaps," he conceded after a second. "Mayhaps I should trust you more."

"Mayhaps. After all, I don't try to tell you that you don't know the Art or the way of the warrior." A smirk played on her lips. "I merely suggest that you acknowledge that I know more about the game played in this city and what various players want to achieve."

Bel-Tethlis nodded at her words and several long moments later, a moment or two too long than it should really have been he was on the one of the terraces of his family palace. The soft breeze was blowing from the Outer Sea and smiled as he smelt salt, the sign of wealth and gold that was flowing into this city. The biggest harbor in the known world where goods and wares from all the corners of it were sold and bought.

"A fine day, isn't it?" his grandfather asked, he had silver hair and there were signs of aging on his face, yet he looked for a far younger elf than he really was. Mages, especially powerful mages with access to knowledge and wealth could live for a lot more than they ought to.

"Yes, grandfather" Bel-Tethlis said, walking to the railing and resting his hands on the marble and gold of it. "The Winds seem to be calm and the realm is in peace." He slowly breathed in, his eyes drawn to the towers and the minarets of the Phoenix Court. "Even Finnubar isn't off, on his voyages."

"The Winds indeed are calm, a rare event considering the things brewing in the North."

"Chaos is mustering its forces?" Bel-Tethlis asked. "Another incursion is coming?"

"We do not know, not yet at least. The council was held at Finnubar's behest and we agreed that there is something happening, but not what or when it will happen." Bel-Tethlis snorted and his grandfather's gaze made him almost regret that. "You should show me some more respect."

"I apologize," Bel-Tethlis said with a bow of his head. "It just that the flow of politics and nothing happening for ages irks me. We are supposed to be deciding the fate of the kingdoms and all of our elvendom. Yet we do nothing, drink our wines, enjoy the company and debate for months."

His grandfather shook his head slightly, showing much more emotions than Bel-Tethlis was used to. "You forget the lessons of our past. When we we are threatened, we can act quickly. But after the disaster that was Malekith and his attempt to usurp the power we don't want to give the Phoenix King more power than needed."

"So we go back to talking uselessly."

"Your friend has more common sense than you. She at least knows how this game is played and what are the rules. I don't really approve of your choice as she's of Eataine and not of say Caledor, but she has the brain and skills that she knows how to use."

Shaking his head Bel-Tethlis let out an annoyed sigh. "Grandfather, do you still care that Noyelle is of Eataine? She's also from a princely house and her family has influence and money."

"Did you forget who I am?" the older elf asked.

"No," Bel-Tethlis said and looked at his grandfather. "You're Bel-Korhandis, brother to our previous king, Bel-Hathor. One of the archmages of Saphery."

"Quite so," Bel-Korhandis said walking closer to Bel-Tethlis. "For you, who was born and spent a good part of his life here in Lothern, it doesn't matter with whom you share the bed. But for me and most of older princes it matters." A flicker of some emotion Bel-Tethlis couldn't describe flashed across his grandfather's face. "Finnubar was chosen by accident. If not for the actions of the princes and lords of Eataine and the will of my brother, Imrik of Caledor would have probably become a king."

"Is he a bad king? Is he a worse king than Imrik would be?"

"You miss my point," Bel-Korhandis said and shook his head. "I personally don't care who is your current friend, but for the other lords and princes I need to show some disapproval of her."

"Stupid politics."

Bel-Korhandis allowed himself a smile, smile in which Bel-Tethlis could feel some satisfaction. "I wondered how long would it take you to reach the conclusion that has been reached by quite a large portion of nobles and princes of this kingdom. If you asked your friend about the view she has on the politics between the kingdoms you would reach the same conclusion. Just much faster."

Bel-Tethlis jumped back, as if someone or something burned him. "You talked with her? You don't seem like someone that would care about her."

"Even if in the public I need to frown and comment at how low did you fall. In the private of our family palaces nothing stops me from using the tools and assets I have and she's smarter than you are in the politics of this city. She is not a warrior, nor a mage, but she can plot and scheme as well as I can. So yes, I might be using her knowledge. Not that her family doesn't benefit from it."

Shaking his head Bel-Tethlis looked at the massive Outer Gates that guarded the entrances to the harbor. His keen eyes able to recognize the moon of Lilith on the red field of his house on many of the ships that were entering and leaving. "So, grandfather, what is the true reason you had a desire to see me so early in the day."

"There are some things happening in the dark of the night in the capital. Korhil and Prince Tyrion will be at the ball mainly because of those things. I hope that you can talk with them and get the information they have to pass on. Prince Tyrion according to my friends was in Avelorn recently and the Everqueen gave him something of great importance. As for Korhil, the White Lions are mysterious and cunning."

"And deadly with the blade," Bel-Tethlis said and looked at his grandfather. "Is it all?"

"Yes, your teachers won't be here today, so you can do whatever you want until the time for the ball comes."

"Thank you, grandfather for being so considered as not to haunt me with the dour and boring mages. The party is enough of dour and boring events for the day," Bel-Tethlis murmured and then laughed. "Magic isn't boring, but after studying at the White Tower of Hoeth, most mages that weren't there seem dour and not very interesting."

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"So, not only Prince Tyrion, but also Korhil," Noyelle muttered as she slowly sipped wine. "My, my, your grandfather must be up to something. White Lions are more than most assume them to be."

"I know," Bel-Tethlis said, his eyes focused on a scroll he took from family library. "What I'm more curious about is, who really is behind them." Seeing her eyes focused on him, he smiled a bit. "It's not an accident when you have those two, in one place, at one time. I admit, I'm not a scheming noble as you, your family, my parents or grandfather are, but even I know that this is rare. There must be someone or more than a single someone, having an agenda."

"A very bright observation. Now, tell me, who was rumored to be the current lover of Prince Tyrion?"

Bel-Tethlis was silent for few moments as he tried to force his mind to give him this information. Prince Tyrion was a very visible person and a very influencial one, so even he who tried his best to ignore the politics, couldn't get away from not knowing this. "The Everqueen," he breathed out. "And Korhil is the Captain of the White Lions. Guards of the Phoenix King."

"Yes," Noyelle said, while looking at her empty crystal goblet. "For once in a really long time, both monarchs have an interest in something that your house." She paused, her breathing becoming faster for a second. "Or mine, can provide them with. Yes, that makes quite a bit of sense."

"You're cynical."

"A realist I prefer," she said and poured herself some more wine. "That's why I can understand so well the plots your grandfather is making." A smirk passed across her lips as she reached and kissed him on the cheek. "You are an idealistic mage and a warrior." She paused and looked deep into his eyes. "Or perhaps, you just pretend to be."

"Can we not talk about this here?"

"I think so." She trailed her hand along his own and smirked playfully. "So, since you seem not looking forward to the ball. Do you have any plans for making the night more entertaining for us?"

A blush danced across Bel-Tethlis cheeks, making Noyelle laugh softly. "Possibly," he said, his mind trying to understand the magic he was looking at. "Depends on what Prince Tyrion and the White Lion want." A somewhat sour smile appeared on Bel-Tethlis lips. "Knowing my luck, we will get dragged into some strange plot at the court. Not a thing I need to enjoy my life."

"Oh, hush," Noyelle said soothingly. "We will be fine and happy by the end of the day."

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Elven clothing normally was light and didn't feel restraining, but Bel-Tethlis opinion on the formal ones was that at best they were restraining and at the worst were outright uncomfortable. But then, he smiled at this, he didn't need to wear them outside of very few events when robes of the mage or a normal armor weren't a good option.

"Don't be so grumpy," Noyelle said as she appeared next to him, kissing him softly. "You look bad when grumpy and you don't want to scare away all of the potential lovers, do you?"

He chuckled at this, his eyes sweeping over the almost scandalous in its design golden and emerald gown she wore. "No," he said, kissing her softly on the lips and taking her hand. "Let's get done with this ball and return to more pleasant activities."

"I like your thinking," she said, correcting her gown and letting her jewelery shine with the light trapped inside of the sunstones and diamonds. "Not that I can complain about boredom when there is Prince Tyrion present."

"He is charming, no, that's not the best word-"

"He is," Noyelle said, silencing the young prince with a passionate kiss. "On that one thing I can agree with you."

Bel-Tethlis didn't have a chance to say much as the door leading into the ballroom opened. It was the moment when their feelings for each other needed to hide and become a thing of the background. The nobility of Ulthuan looked for even the tiniest crack in the armor to use against each other and the lovers were the favorite target of the more clever and cunning ones.

Dozens of lamps hanged in the air above them, between them were fans kept spinning by unseen magic. Yet Bel-Tethlis could effortlessly see the mages operating them. One of the more pleasant perks of being a mage in his opinion.

"Your grandfather must have a gift of foresight," Noyelle murmured into his ear. "Without those fans you could probably cut the tensions with a knife. Imrik of Caledor, Korhil, Tyrion, your grandfather has a taste for guest." Her eyes swept across the rest of the vast chamber. "Half of Lothern that matters is here. There are few obvious missing people like the High Loremaster and several of the archmages, but I think we can agree that we don't need their quirks."

"Their quirks are even worse when you live in the White Tower and need to put up with them all day and night," Bel-Tethlis murmured as they moved towards Tyrion. "Here they control themselves. Too close to the Phoenix King."

"Mhm," Noyelle murmured as she steered them away from a group of Chracian nobles. "None of our friends, but considering what was the key making the guest list. I'm not surprised."

"Why?"

"You'll get answers after we are somewhere more private." She cast a look across the room, making several of the less restrained elven mages blush. "But I feel like there are some agents on a payroll of people and organizations we don't want to know what we know. And mayhaps some try some sorcerous ways of getting information from this room."

Bel-Tethlis eyes shone with an ethereal light as he wove magic, bending the winds to his will and shaping them into the spell he wanted. "Not that I can see," he said, observing the winds of magic. The pure energy of Chaos flowing through the world. "There are few mages in the crowd that hide that they are mages, but nothing insidious."

"Good," Noyelle said and guided them towards Prince Tyrion and Korhil. The first one wore a robe in the emerald of the House Emeraldsea, his maternal family and allies in the capital. While the later wore the uniform of the White Lions with their trademark lion pelt. "Your Highness, Captain."

"My lady," Tyrion said with a smile that won him hearts of many people. "You look beautiful." Then his eyes landed on Bel-Tethlis and the young prince could feel the gaze of the older Asur look into his soul. "Your Highness. You are someone else than I expected... More of a warrior than a scholar."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Bel-Tethlis said with a bow of his head. "My time at the White Tower taught me not only how to use magic, but also how to be proficient with the blade."

"Swordmasters of Hoeth are probably the best warriors we have," Tyrion said and paused. "I perhaps am a better duelist, but they are superior in every other aspect."

"I didn't receive their full tutelage, but I had a pleasure to take some lessons from them," Bel-Tethlis said and smiled. "Perhaps a duel, Your Highness, one day, to see which one of us is the better duelist."

"Mayhaps we should move to the real reason why are you two here, my Lords," Noyelle said quietly. "While the banter is pleasant and we all enjoy it, people are already suspicious of why are we here. Any longer and they may ask questions none of us is comfortable answering."

"She is correct," Korhil said and sent a pointed look at Tyrion. "Besides, his Sacred Majesty wants us at midnight at the council meeting."

Tyrion nodded and taking a goblet of wine from a passing servant looked thoughtfully at Bel-Tethlis. "There are rumors, well, more like gossips, that something is happening in the middle of the night in the city. His Sacred Majesty and the Everqueen both felt the magical echoes of those events, but due to obvious reasons can't use their power until they are sure what is happening, where and when."

"And they expect our families to do a quiet investigation," Noyelle said. "Or at least begin it and point the Swordmasters in the proper direction."

"Quite so," Korhil said. "His Sacred Majesty can ask the Swordmasters for assistance and he plans to send an envoy to the White Tower. Alas the envoy will take time and there will be even more time wasted because of the usual deciding who is supposed to come to Lothern, when and how many other should come with them."

"While my grandfather has less restrains and the Swordmasters are more willing to come to his aid because he is one of the princes of Saphery," Bel-Tethlis said and looked at Tyrion. "But of course, Your Highness, Captain, you are aware that the help won't come free."

"More than aware," Tyrion said and smiled. "But his Sacred Majesty is more than willing to pay you a reasonable amount of gold for the help and support from your families. If you agree to this, we need to know this now. There is no time to waste here and the actions need to be taken immediately."

Bel-Tethlis was silent for several long moments, his gaze almost dreamlike and unfocused as his mind worked. His family had little to lose and potentially, a lot to gain. If the Phoenix King was in their debt they could do all kinds of things, affecting politics however they wanted and the protection of the Phoenix King would make them somewhat immune.

"There will be support of my house," he said. "How much? That depends on my grandfather, as he is the one that can decide it. But I think he is willing to commit a significant portion of our resources."

"Finer details can be discussed later," Tyrion said and glanced at Korhil. "I think there is no reason to discuss this here with all the ears and eyes focused on us. How many do you think are keen on discovering what are we doing?"

"Outside of Prince Imrik who knows about our plans about half of the room is looking at us," Korhil said and paused for a second. "Most doesn't really care about what we talk, just their interest is piqued by this strange gathering. The rest, those have some real interest and might have patrons that will annoy his Sacred Majesty."

Tyrion smiled at this and looked towards Noyelle. "My lady, if you would be so kind as to dance with me I would be grateful."

She looked at Bel-Tethlis for a second, but then nodded and took Tyrion's extended hand. A bright smile on her face.

"Everybody now will focus on the two," Korhil said and Bel-Tethlis arched a single, elegant eyebrow at this. "Prince Tyrion is famous for having affairs and everybody now thinks she's his new lover."

"And that way they ignore us," Bel-Tethlis said. "I get his approach. Captain, if you pardon it. I should find someone to dance with so that I behave the way I should."

"Go ahead."

An hour or two or maybe three passed in a blink of an eye, yet Bel-Tethlis enjoyed himself and wished it lasted for more. The parties hosted by the nobility tended to be less than interesting and pretty slow, but somehow, for some strange reason there was vitality to this one. A change he really appreciated as he had enough of the prim and proper fashion in which elves did things.

"That went better than I expected to go," he said as Noyelle joined him. "It was less boring than I thought it would be and some of the ladies are quite pleasant."

Noyelle chuckled softly and smiled at him. "Yes it was quite entertaining," she said and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Time to disappear before the rest of the guests notices we are gone."

They slipped out of the ballroom through one of the side doors and let out a breath of relief once outside. "Go to the bedchamber and wait for me," Bel-Tethlis murmured, kissing her. "I am going to find my grandfather and tell him about the things Prince Tyrion wants."

"Don't take too much time or you're sleeping on the couch," Noyelle said teasingly and walked away, heading towards his bedchamber and giving him a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Bel-Tethlis calm down and focus," he murmured to himself. "Your grandfather should know what to do."

Somehow muttering those words to himself allowed him to regain some of his usual composure and purposefully he strode towards the terrace where he should find his grandfather. As he entered, the cold breeze blowing from the sea was bringing a much needed respite from the scorching heat of the day.

"What did the Prince want?" Bel-Korhandis asked, not even turning to look at him.

"Better would be what the King wants," Bel-Tethlis said with a smile. "He wants help, a quite reasonable request at that. He wants us to look around Lothern, quietly at that and find the cause of those strange things happening."

"A strange request," Bel-Korhandis said, his eyes shining visibly in the darkness, a dangerous edge to them. "The Phoenix King has agents and personal mages that can carry out the task. Unless..."

"The Cult of Pleasure?"

"Or one of its offshoots," Bel-Korhandis said with a shrug. "The fight to put down those cults is never ending and they appear in the strangest of places. Finnubar must think that he has spies in the forces loyal to him and wants someone else to do the dirty work."

"It would be a brave thing to place an agent so close to the Phoenix King."

"Urian Poisonblade did it. A spy Malekith sent from the accursed Naggaroth and placed in the inner council of my brother and then Finnubar." Bel-Korhandis laughed mirthlessly. "No matter the effort taken to prevent it, placing a spy in the inner council of our king is a possible thing. Just a very expensive one."

"I doubt that this thing is rich enough to fund a spy that can find their way into the graces of our king." Bel-Tethlis frowned and looked towards the Glittering Tower, massive lighthouse that provided guidance to the ships entering Lothern at night. "But I don't think now is a good time to try to guess what is happening and what will happen."

"No, it is not. Tomorrow will be a better time. I'll need to talk to some of my contacts and spies and that takes time. Now rest and let other events happen."

"What do you mean, grandfather?"

"If Finnubar and Alarielle are really planning on dealing with those events and everything points to that. They will be moving other chess pieces, calling in favors and planning their own strategy. It takes time to put those plans in motion. Days or maybe even weeks will pass before any real actions happen on their part." Bel-Korhandis looked up, towards the palace. "Ask your friend for more information. She should piece the puzzle together on her own."

Taking it as a cue to leave Bel-Tethlis walked back to his bedchamber. His keen ears picking up the noises still coming from the ballroom. The ball would probably last until the early morning hours and some guests would need to be helped in getting to their houses. But such things were necessary to keep reminding everybody how important and influential you were.

Entering his chambers and closing door behind himself he wove a ward spell that would keep most annoyances outside and let them not care about the rest of the world for most of tomorrow.

"Finally time to relax," he murmured to himself as he entered the bedchamber

"It took you less time than I thought," Noyelle said from where she was laying on the bed. "So what did your grandfather have to say?"

"Wait and see what Finnubar and Alarielle are planning," Bel-Tethlis said as he laid next to her. "He said that you should have guessed something."

"Yes," she said, moving closer to him and kissing him gently. "But will you be angry if we wait with it for the morning? It can take quite a lot of time to explain and it might shake you a bit."

Bel-Tethlis looked at her, his eyes having issues staying away from her bare chest. "Well, it depends what do you have in mind for now?"

"Cuddle and relax?" she asked, kissing him once again. "Tomorrow might be a bit busy and not less tiring than today."

"We should be able to get time for ourselves," Bel-Tethlis said, his hand sliding across her arm. "I doubt they'll want to do much before the evening."

"There shouldn't be much happening anyways," she said and sighed. "This is the moment I hate the most about politics and plotting. You wait to see if you won or lost. It makes me afraid a bit."

"You have me." Bel-Tethlis gently kissed her on the lips, looking into her eyes. "You are safe."

A smile danced across Noyelle lips, making him blush. "Such a charming individual you are. I didn't know you as one."

"I have many, many more things you still need to discover," he said as he placed his head on her outstretched arm and yawned. "But I believe you also have such things, the fun we want to have and the duties can wait. Now I want to rest."

o-0-o

The magical lamps burned brightly high above the massive table that dominated most of the audience chamber. Around it were clustered about two dozens of the asur or so Tyrion estimated as he entered the chamber. The quiet murmur of talks was cut short as they noticed Tyrion's arrival.

"Prince Tyrion, what are the news you are bringing?" Finnubar's voice was loud and full of authority that came from ruling all of the asur for several centuries by now.

"Bel-Korhandis will give us the support we need," Tyrion said stopping in front of the table and looking at a highly detailed map of Lothern and surrounding areas. "What did the mages discover?"

"It's not a magic that we or the druchi use," his brother Teclis said. "It's more crude and simple. A lot like human magic, but not quite."

"Humans?" Prince Imrik of Caledor asked. "We should have kicked them out of the city decades ago."

"It's not them," Teclis said, his expression thoughtful. "There might be a human mage or two there. But this is not the magic I taught them. And it is not them that cause most of the troubles."

"Humans won't be banned from entering Lothern," Finnubar said and the Prince of Caledor bowed his head, making Tyrion smile slightly at this. "They are not the culprits here. Prince Teclis, can you explain what did you and other mages discover?"

"Very well," Teclis said and Tyrion sent a worried look at his twin. They would need to have words later. "The events started under Foreigners' Quarter about a year or so ago. First it was minor quakes and similar things. We assumed that the spells woven into the Great Vortex that keep the island stable were weakening, but they are as strong as they used to be. Mayhaps even stronger."

"Under?" Tyrion asked as an idea appeared in his head. One he really thought was not the source of their troubles. "Are you sure about this, brother?"

"Quite so, brother," Teclis said and sent a look at the map. "From then, similar events started to happen everywhere, but two places. The Temple of the Phoenix Kings and the Palace. I spoke with the priests and they noted that something probed the wards of the Temple, but was repulsed. The mages at the Palace reported the same thing."

"It looks as if something was digging tunnels under the city," Korhil said, his faces scrunched up as he thought. "There must be some pattern and there must be a reason why did it start under Foreigners' Quarters. Yet we see none now."

"Bel-Korhandis might have the knowledge we lack," Finnubar said. "He was old when I was elected the king. He is a brother to Bel-Hathor who was a cautious person and not many knew of his secrets. If there is anything or anybody that might have knowledge we need, I think it is him."

"I'll ask the Loremasters at the Tower to start searching through the records to find anything similar to the current events," Teclis said and glanced at Finnubar. "Sire, if you allow it, I will need access to the chronicles and books stored in the vaults under the Palace. Some manuscripts are kept there and at the Tower we don't have access to them."

"You will need to return them after the search is done," Finnubar said and looked at the gathered people. "Prince Tyrion, Korhil, oversee the defenses of the city and inform Bel-Korhandis about the current state of affairs. Prince Imrik, take your dragon and with all haste travel to Avelorn. You will carry a sealed letter for the Everqueen and only her is to receive it. Nobody else. Prince Teclis, you know what to do."

o-0-o

In the darkness of the long forgotten and unused tunnels below Lothern something moved. Its movements quick and skittish, as it ran. Somewhere. In its hand was a nugget of a glowing green mineral and its eyes glowed red, an uncanny, dangerous intelligence hidden behind them.

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A/N – Some things are obvious, some are less. But I'll keep my cards close to my chest for the moment. It might be a long story, it might not be.