durkhan
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada, Astoria


The woman inhaled, using the motion to straighten up a bit higher in her seat when he bowed. "I'd recommend you take your rest somewhere else, considering you just arrived in Astoria, I see no reason you can't find yourself back in your carriage and on the road by sundown." 

Normally she would have allowed the two days. It would have served as an opportunity for the man to see that Astoria had nothing to offer him in terms of friendship with his Order. The forests of Astoria grew with the pulse of magic every day, and the citizens found refuge from inquisitors like himself within her borders. It was told in whispered hushes that magic users could find a haven here, and she wasn't about to let that be spoiled by a man like Nathan Pate. 

But she didn't know when Mikhail would arrive. And her magic was easy to hide, so long as she didn't get heated enough or find herself in the presence of the dead. Her son's state was a different, and more obvious story. Everyone knew he'd died; but not everyone knew he'd been brought back to them. It was the last thing she wanted for the Order to get their hands on him and send him back to oblivion. 

She turned to the guard who had been standing at her side, and added. "Make sure he's out of the city by sundown, No exceptions."
skeletor0511
Nathan Pate, Palace of Zahrada

Nathan straightened his back and raised his head "Very well... I shall take my leave... Yet I must remind your Majesty that to refuse ambassadors is considered a most dishonorable act in the South. I am from Terresol myself yet I had not expected such a welcome. May the light of Mae and Ren guide your steps." 

The Inquisitor gazed into the eyes of the queen before turning his back and starting to walk away. As he took two steps he stopped. 

"There is one last thing... Something I, as a devout zealot to my Order have to share with you... Rumors of dark magic among your city walls are spreading across the North... I have reason to believe that such things might endanger Your Majesty... Directly or indirectly..."

He returned to walk slowly out of the throne room. His steps echoing through the hall in a rather sinister fashion.
durkhan
Anyanka Durkhan 
Zahrada, Astoria

He turned, as if trying to intimidate her, and she gave a small smile as he trailed off. "Isn't it funny how the rumors the cold and dark North always seems to produce never actually come to hold any truth when faced with the light and warmth of the South?" She questioned, and as he left the throne room she felt her temper flare. 

_Of course_ there would be an attempt at an inquisition in Astoria. Now, when things were just feeling to settle into a routine. She shooed the guard beside her off, intent to follow the man to assure he actually abided by her time table. She stepped down from the wooden stage that held her throne, and while his footfalls had echoed with ominous intention, her own filled the room with the light clicking that filled the staff with ease to know she was home. 

"Someone bring Harmattan to me, you'll most likely find him knee deep in the dungeons." She ordered, not caring who picked up the command just that it was executed.
mcblademouse
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

Zane was resting his eyes in the guards quarter of the dungeon, when someone came storming in, calling for him. He lazily rolled his eyes towards the man, a brow raised, as he mentioned Anyanka needing him. Zane sighed as he stood, and waved the man off, moving from the dungeon and making his way to the throne room.

He made quick time to the throne room, before being waved along the route that Anyanka had taken. He saw her in the distance, and forced down a yawn, shaking his head a bit in an attempt to wake up.

"You asked for me?" He questioned as he moved up next to her, glancing over from the corner of his eye.