<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #40BFBF"><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Archmage of Scarborough</span></span></span><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80">Scarborough Castle</span></div><br/><br/>The gates opened and left room to a very tense, very weary and very worried General of Scarborough. Aurion had little to no trust at all in the inhabitants of the palace, but especially those surrounding the King closely. Though for some reason he would not want to explain, this creature from Hell, Archmage of Scarborough, knew he could trust Bren. Rulers and kings were betrayed by their slaves and subjects. Humans were always fascinated by the violation of trust, but again, Aurion <span style="font-style: italic">knew</span> he could trust the General. <br/><br/>The wife, was another story. <br/><br/>He did not greet General Wolfhart verbally, but he did nod his head and gave him a glance that could speak for itself. The well-being of the General, was as important to Aurion as that of the King. He surveyed his Master as he placed a hand on his General's shoulder. That was something the Djinni may never understand. Humans, craved to touch, either to hurt or to show affection. It was one of their many ways of communication on a more personal level. <br/><br/>He raised his eyes to Bren and watched  the mortal's almond eyes as they fell on the King as he proceeded to explain what was bothering him so. Aurion's brows suddenly arched and his lips closed in a straight line as he glanced between the King and General Wolfhart. <br/><br/>The Djinni joined both his hands together on his lap and continued listening. His hands were always covered with gloves tailored to fit. His visage and fleshly form was created to mirror pure perfection, but his hands were a different story. His hands were pale and had blackened claws for fingers. His touch was able to incapacitate and even kill. In his freedom he found a corporeal form, but in liberty he also found a curse. <br/><br/>There was intensity in Bren's eyes when he looked at him, emphasizing on the word <span style="font-style: italic">'ordinary'</span>. Aurion nodded his head and cleared his throat after a while, finally ready to speak.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80">"You were not mistaken. Your opinion is valid indeed."</span> A small smile, rather amused, crept onto his face, illuminating his otherworldly features. <span style="color: #BFBF80">"You need a long bath, my friend, for I can smell the stench of the enemy on you. <span style="font-style: italic">Atrocious</span>."</span> The smile faded away, leaving room to a nose scrunching in disgust. Aurion glanced between the King and General Wolfhart, his features suddenly showing subtle signs of concern. <br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80">"I am afraid to say that this is no longer <span style="font-style: italic">your</span> personal concern, General. Your soldiers are our soldiers. We must think, and proceed wisely. There must be no room for anger now. You are brave, General and I do not doubt your leadership and skills, nor your intellect or wisdom, but whoever this enemy is, they will certainly not stop."</span> The Djinni narrowed his eyes, the tone of his voice lowering to almost a murmur as he cocked his head to the side and eyed the General with severity. <span style="color: #BFBF80">"They will not stop until the very last in this Kingdom had perished. This dark scent that accompanied you into our home, prophesies only the worst. What do you say, Master?"</span> He averted his gaze to the King. <span style="color: #BFBF80">"I wish to patrol the area at dusk. If the General would accompany me, I will be pleased.</span></div>