The lass from this far away land has found the Mythical Kingdom which had been rumored across the world's main continent. The view, the people, everything would be foreign. Even the signs and written language differed from the world which she had come from. The sound of unknown devices could be heard, automated by the power of water, steam and basic electricity. Pyramid like roofing could be seen upon certain buildings, all within set distances from one another, where if one were to pay attention, there would be harmless electricity arching about. It was mostly noticeable by the time darkness fell however. The static in the air did definitely influence the movement of one's hair, making it stand up and get a bit static.<br/><br/>If she were paying attention however, not only had she found the Mythical Kingdom, but the Kingdom has found her. A strong use of magic could be felt and the magic, the use of mana, was getting closer and closer. It gave the vibe of an undead, but it lacked the evil corruption which tainted the land surrounding the Kingdom. There were no monsters here, none of which seemed to be evil anyhow.<br/><br/>This magic which was approaching was sustaining life as it was being used. Once it was close enough to be seen, a being could be noticed materializing in and out of the crowd, as if teleporting several meters at a time. It was clear that their level of magic would have allowed them to simply appear in front of the former Elven Royal, but instead they were showing off their parlor tricks.<br/><br/>Lord Calas made his grand sensational appearance at the edge of the crowd which avoided getting too close to the checkpoint. His cloak flowing with the wind tunnel created by the front gate, his short blond hair flicking about and his blue eyes narrowed in the fellow elf. Dressed in leathers, linen, fleece and wearing a silver elven circlet with magic amethyst gems. He could see her aura, it was different from everyone else. Blue Silver and Gold, a strong yet mortal being not hooked into the magic of the world like a battery.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">"I Welcome thee to the Citadel,"</span>The Lord of the City would stroke his trimmed beard as he grinned. His short ears twitching slightly at the view which was before him at the checkpoint. He wasn't sure if she understood his words, but the circlet likely gave his position away as well as his magical prowess should she use her magic perception. Normally it would make people feel sick if they weren't heavily skilled in the use of magic, but elves had a natural affinity for it, so they'd only be effected slightly less by his presence than a regular human.<span style="color: #FF8080">"I am Lord Calas, Grand Master of the Citadel City and its Guild."</span>He pressed his hand against his chest as to signify he was talking about himself as he lightly bowed his head to the new comer.<br/><br/>Some of the guards had fallen to one knee when the man had appeared. Not really expecting for their Lord to show up, but were reminded by their commanding officer that they were not to kneel in public. They quickly became at ease and rose to their feet, returning to their jobs. Leaving the Elven traveler to the Lord of the City to take care of.<br/><br/>Since he had arrived in this world, he had always been curious of what was outside his city's walls other than the monsters. While he may have sent spies out there to see the world for him, he wanted to go out and see it. Or even conquer it which made it even more appetizing. Though that was his inner gamer, he truthfully didn't want to manage anything outside of his walls, but the adventuring was still appealing. No matter where he was, he had control of his city.