Tansen thought about the prince's question then replied, "Well a fairly powerful mage must first create a connection from the place of origin and our castle. Mind you that the caster that establishes this connection must be of great strengths. A master by mosts standards. If you wish before we leave..." Tansen went silent as the Ritter Hex flew into a furry. He gave a long sigh. So much for the talk they were to have after dinner.<br/><br/>Deston merely looked at his brother, now a little scared. He had no idea that they would take such small tavern tricks so seriously. He didn't say anything as they took him away, merely stared back at the congregation with a blank stair. He had not thought to take the Ritter Hex so seriously.<br/><br/>Tansen watched as they dragged his little brother away. He was confronted with choices he suddenly hated to make. Would he defend his little brother and their honor or save what little peace he was sure there to be had at dinner, in hopes of finding peace for his nation. He half stood as the left the room, then fell back into his seat, staring at the door they had just dragged his little brother through.