As Hallion tried to heal Wynn, the door opened and three figures swept into the room. A woman in a cloaked entered, golden jewellery glinting from under the cover of the cloak. From behind her legs came a small almost childlike figure, with proportions that suggested it was not a child with an arm in a sling. Finally, came a hulking figure that took up much of the doorway. As she entered the woman was already speaking.
"Tarlos you are not going to believe the night I have had...." she was saying before pausing as she took in the room and the group assembled before her, "....then again maybe you will. Nareem what are you doing here?"
"The same thing as you I suspect Elizabeth." she responded before looking at Margret,"We are a society that is dedicated to the old ways and preserving the wisdom of the ancients where we can find it. As for what is happening at the moment, the simple truth is that we have no idea. There have been rumours from all across Gabresia of magic returning and myth and legend coming back to the fore. At first, we thought they were nothing but rumours but then our members began finding that our words suddenly held power."
