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			"Created pathways of magic. Roadways along which magi could travel at a whim. Routes within the immaterium linking far off lands, only waiting for another mage to tread where others have once been," his smile widened, just a little. The meat was popped into his mouth slowly. His gaze shifted once more to Prince Gavin, nodding just slightly as he caught the prince's comment about conversing with him after the meal, showing his agreement.<br/>
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"The logistical implications alone are staggering."
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			Gavin's face flushed as he heard Lord Martinez. Could magic really work that way? Once he created a way into the palace, could they really just use that magical road any time they wanted? The thought chilled Gavin's heart.<br/>
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"Prince Tansen, is that true," he asked carefully. He would have to find a way to close any magical roads made the Loidites, and make sure it didn't look like a hostile act. He didn't want to give the people who had been his enemies yesterday a way into the heart of his palace.
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</blockquote><br/>Eloran brushes a hand through his long, black hair.  "If i just heard correctly,"  he takes a small bite of the roast, "The logistical implications," he says the words slowly, and takes a sip of wine, "are simple.  Enough capable wizards with a mind to, correct me if I'm wrong, it's called teleporting?  Anyway, enough teleportators..."  he fumbles with the word, "could bring an invasion host to our door, in the dead of night, instantly."<br/><br/>"As well, it would seem that a mage has been here before, to establish this...gateway?"  He states his suspicion bluntly, sips his wine again, and takes another bite of his meal.<br/><br/>One more thing to address, a little shiny something he noticed just a moment ago...<br/><br/>"As well, and again, my Lords, I am but simple muscle among your higher minds, please do correct me if I'm wrong...but I do believe I stated earlier, and in no unclear terms....that<i>MAGIC</i>" he stands up, roaring,"<i>is not allowed</i>!"  He draws his sword in a flash, points it at Deston.  "Take him to his room.  This boy and his ill manners are interrupting our adult discussion.  Draw him a bath, and take his clothes to the laundry.  Prince Deston may have his choice of either bathrobe, or chains, his compliance being the determining factor."<br/><br/>Two Ritter Hex's move to his command, to drag Deston away, unkindly if he refuses.  "See to it that he has ample protection for the evening.  Wouldn't want anything happening to him."<br/><br/>Ritter Eloran forks another piece of meat into his mouth, and looks around harshly, his dark eyes raging.  "Resume the pleasantries."