<span style="font-style: italic">-Half an hour before the breach</span><br/><br/>The wizard paced around the yard, preparing incantations under his breath. Silas was not pleased about what was going to happen. Even if a reasonably powerful wizard, he didn't really appreciate getting into the more political line of fire, despite his various misguivings with his alchemical experiments.<br/><br/>The wizard really didn't care for battle magic, which sometimes made him wonder why on earth he had decided to join the Sealers. Actually, Silas was actually quite<span style="font-style: italic">good </span>at killing - alteration magic and enchantments were as dangerous as destruction magic in his hands- but that particular revolutionaries' coven was a tall, thin building, and other Sealers might get in the way. The wizard wondered why exactly the bossy half angel - uh, Gabriel-  had ordered every single one of the Sealers to join the Breach. Something about this new event unsettled Silas.<br/><br/>Most of the sealers were preparing their disguises. Silas also had one illusion spell up. He was going<span style="font-style: italic">icognito</span>, after all. (Even if his very poorly disguised purple pointy hat disagreed with that statement.) And so it was that he found himself alone under an archway, with not even one of the countless street merchants in sight,* distractedly waiting for most of the Sealers to reagroup to the breach.<br/><br/>The wizard looked around. Maybe they were already gone. Frowning, the wizard prepared to walk out of the yard.<br/>Then Silas saw them.<br/>They both had red hair. They were both handome. They were both blocking his path.<br/><br/>"Uh, excuse me, I've really got to get going-. Silas started, but was quickly interrupted.<br/><br/>"Have you?" The man with the lute strapped to his back asked.<br/>"It does seem he must. His companions are notoriously irritable."<br/>"But why bother with going..."<br/>"...when you could speak with us?"<br/>"It does seem that we will be doing the speaking, though."<br/>"He does seem to not talk much."<br/>"Indeed."<br/>"The fact stands, though. My dear, if you please..." The woman glanced at her companion.<br/>"Do not choose the blue stone."<br/>"I believe you could be a little more cryptic than that."<br/>"Oh, I don't think so. Look at him, he's puzzled already!"<br/>"That is not the point of this conversation."<br/>"Oh, the<span style="font-style: italic">fun's </span>the point, darling." The man said to the woman in red robes as they left, arms interwined, bickering, leaving Silas' sight as they went past and left of the archway, through another street.<br/><br/>The wizard blinked, still processing what he had heard. Then he ran, his purple pointed boots making odd sounds on the cobbled ground beneath the archway.<br/><br/>They weren't there.<span style="font-style: italic">Blue stone? What was that about</span>?"<br/><br/>"SILAS! WHERE IN THE HELLS ARE YOU?" One of the Sealers' screams were heard, a few meters from the Archway.<br/><br/>The wizard had no choice but to follow his group through the streets of the city and into his first true mortal breach.<br/><br/>*This was a more respectable neighbourhood, after all.