Danger. Then something swept through the trees, lifting a whirlwind of crushed leaves, and swiftly flew right onto it. It swept over the heads of people with blades, flashed in the moonlight like a falcon, and then thrashed in the air, caught by the claws of silent wild magic Places, and helplessly collapsed on the stones in front of it: a choking, breathless, bare-footed Storm. As if that was what people with knives were waiting for, they rushed forward in an impatient wave of dark skin, sparkling smirks and knives. Intrigue- He revels in sucking this beast dry,' remarked the cold-sinking voice, 'and sees nothing else.. - Is our time finally here, teacher? Do you know what to do. The student nodded, swallowed, and cautiously began a long-running spell. Rundarvas Taael smiled and waved his hand to the second student. And the third, and the fourth, and the fifth. There were a lot of portals that needed to be destroyed and changed, and things like that take time. Hasty work is always sloppy work. Honour- I need you, Andur Imrait, to keep your sword sharp and not to tolerate lies either from the courtiers, or from the nobles, or from the regent. He looked at her silently.... - But do you need me, Andur? - quietly asked the princess. - Is there still someone you can love, who you can look up to, for whom you can fight? Or is it all over for you, except for drinking and babbling that in your time everything was better, and nowadays the kingdom is ruled by a flock of corrupt and unscrupulous fools?