"Latosh Sylvarin, at your service," said the mage with a bow. He was old: silver-haired and thin-limbed, wearing a dark robe and leaning on his staff. "May I ask who you are, that the King would send me in person to transport you?" He focused on the small crowd in front of him, then blinked at the three half-dragons. "Are you kin to him?"
Sun shook her head, and smiled without showing her teeth. She was a full head taller than the wizard, and had thrown on plate armor under her robes. "We're the children of his ally, Ruin of the Highwaymen."
Latosh froze for just a moment. Then he nodded. "I see. Very well. His Majesty had a request, so we will make a stop along the way."
Tybalt exchanged a puzzled glance with Sun, then said: "As the King desires."
"You're all ready?" Latosh asked, reaching up to stroke his beard. "Equipment and supplies all gathered, arms and armor readied, and like that?"
"We're ready," Sun confirmed.
"Very well. This will take a few minutes, but it can most assuredly be done. I'll need you all to remain inside the circle while I inscribe it, and once we arrive I'll thank you to stay still while I make introductions."
"Where are we going?" asked Rose, as they gathered together.
"Why, the Fontaine estate in Caristhium, of course." Latosh Sylvarin frowned, as if that should have been obvious. "As the King desires."
