"The Steward is the one you were mentioning, and rumor has it that that one is... not entirely mortal anymore. For one thing, he has been running the nation for at least one hundred fifty years, and is a 'mere' human. Plus, there are... other things that sometimes come through the portal structure on the palace grounds. Things that look human, act human, but one look into their eyes and human they clearly are NOT. The same way you are not a human under true sight.<br/><br/>But I was making sure. The dumbest little details are the ones that often get one onto the gallows. But that they have a Star Guardian here already bodes... ill. I need to warn the dragoness. You are staying here for your own safety. I care a bit too much about you to toss you at one of those... things."<br/><br/>He shuddered at having to name them, an atavistic dread coming over him, and he belatedly recalled the old wives' tales about them hearing and seeing things near those that spoke their names or even just their titles. He took a deep breath, and shook off the fear, before standing up, and giving Arixia an impulsive hug and kiss, before grabbing his cloak. "Stay here, you did more than I thought possible. That the Steward is possibly involved is... not a good thing. And tell Mirada to stay indoors as well."