When they all had proceeded through the illusion with their horses and pack horse the came to what looked to be a valley where one should not have been. There was no indication of such a thing from t he pass. Persus chuckled seeing their faces. "No we are far from the pass you were in. My Master has in his studies and exploration of the world, found many new and wonderous spells. He has had a very long life to do so. " he continued up a well stone paved walkway to the tower. "You can leave your horses here to graze and rest." he told them and went up to a massive metal door and waved his hand before it and it opened. "Please come in and meet my Master." he entered the Tower and Thorgan removed the saddle bag from his horse and looked at Allassiel.<br/><br/>"Well we will find out what kind of Wizard this Balazor is. With his hand sitll in her's he lead t he way. With in the massive tower there was plenty of room. They came into a room with many couches, chairs and tables. To one side a wide stair case wound its way around the wall and up to the next floor of the tower. Decending it was an Elderly man with long white hair and beard. He was dressed in Blue Robes trimmed in gold. He held in one hand a staff of wood with what looked to be a small dragon figure mounted on the top of it. "Welcome. Welcome to my humble home.' the man said with a smile. "Please sit while Persus goes and prepares some refreshments for all of you." He chuckled as his eyes fell upon the hobbits. "Make sure you bring plenty of pastries and cakes for our small friends here." That made Merry and Pippen's faces light up.<br/><br/>Balazor took a comfortable seat and leaned his staff against the over stuffed chair. He looked at the group before him. "Three Elves that are not of this part of the world, a Dwarf, a Human, a Wizard and two adventureous Hobbits from the Shire." his face was serious as he looked at them. "Then there is the Fortress at the western entrance of the pass. Elves, Humans and Dwarfs fighting together against Orcs from the far west. Something that has not been done for a thousand years. Only one thing could have brought them together, even if but a few hundred. It has begun hasn't it. The gathering of the Key Stones as it was fore told long ago."<br/><br/>Timberlane looked at Balazor. "Your are legend. A thousand years has passed since your battle with the forces of the Evil One and Morgan. How is it you are still alive?"<br/><br/>Balazor chuckled. "I am sure you have heard the story, of Egland and Silindral." he looked at Timberlane. "It is true and I was able to make enough for Egland and myself."<br/><br/>"Where have you been all this time. The Council had no idea you were still alive." Timberlane said.<br/><br/>"I have been busy, my fine Wizard Friend. I have traveled and explored and found amazing things and have learned much. I have deciphered the language of the First Ones, and have found in far flung ruins, secret places that contained books written by them. Oh the things I have learned from them, and some of their history and why they left here."