<strong>Magister Grey</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1L5nejOuNSUDKwraaIkHoLX7HtdJVgIYGpNodeydORAY/edit)<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/6ec2ac3ae80f4587b8462e785807680c.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/C9e55a5a922e793e3ba47f5768ee5aa2.jpg)</div><br/>"Seriously? Now? I mean, right now?" Bran looked at the blinking icon of an emergency call, then down at the plate of potato skins and large foaming mug of cola on the small coffee table in front of him. He muttered something he'd once heard Merlin use, from the general tone and cadence of it he was pretty sure it was highly impolite and then stabbed the pause button on the remote he held.<br/><br/>"I've been looking forward to this show for an entire week," he announced to no one in particular, grabbing one of the potato skins, dipping it in the sour cream dip to cool it and popped it into his mouth, washing it down with a swallow of cola while he scanned the report. Light on details, but it didn't seem exactly a city shaking threat.<em>Guess the boys in blue are all busy elsewhere</em>he mused as he raised his hands, summoning a portal on the floor nearby and looking down onto the street some hundred feet below.<br/><br/><em>Hello, company already there</em>he thought.<em>I suppose I shouldn't be tardy then.</em><br/><br/>He nimbly hopped through the portal, mystic energy enfolding him and allowing him to float featherlight towards the ground as shields sparkled to light in front of him.<br/><br/>