Chandler was being dead honest. If she had any real ability to read him through some sort of her own magic, then she would have figured that out quickly. Nevertheless, it was also clear that he was hiding something else in all of this. There was something he had not told her yet. Soon enough, though, he was going to find himself doing just that.<br/><br/>"Can you read my mind? That should tell you that I am being honest enough, but if you are so concerned about me getting in here it's only because of the type of mage I am! I'm sure anyone else wouldn't have been able to, you know?"<br/><br/>Naturally Chandler was being serious. He didn't think that most people would have been able to get through the impressive defenses that they had set here. That illusionary trap was ingenious and would have stopped almost anyone. At this point she would have known that he could see through them. They hadn't worn off, and that might have made her feel at least a little safer.<br/><br/>Eventually though it looked like Chandler was going to have to share with her that last piece of information. There was something he hadn't told her, but she asked him directly. There was an ulterior motive that he was working under, but what it was exactly might have been rather different from what she was thinking.<br/><br/>"Well, ever hear of leaders who kick all the black magicians out of their jurisdiction because they're kind of afraid of them?"<br/><br/>Punctuating his words by rubbing the back of his head with his hand underneath his pointed wizardry hat, it would have seemed like Chandler had admitted the reason he came to some other kingdom willing to help. He was looking for someone - anyone - who would have been willing to take him in since he was ejected from his own homeland.<br/><br/>"As for the crystals, they are wearing thin and you can't acquire more, isn't that the issue?" He figured that might be the case. Naturally, that was where he planned to step in. It was sort of his entrance, and hopefully a road to a new life.