Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170210195219

Balin smiled and waved goodbye to the Harbormaster before turning to face their savior.

"Thanks, I guess.", he said, stretching out his hand, "But how did you know who I was?"

The altmer kept his smugly smirk.

"You needn't be a genius to know the Toreau and their family's traits. Figured you'd be the older one of the litter.", Gaelesil replied, turning around and nodding for the duo to follow.

There was something on the way the altmer said 'litter' that bothered Balin, but seeing that he had saved them from being kicked out of the island, the Prince decided to let it slip.

"So, what are your business here? One that is so important that you missed all the important clues about how this place is not for foreigners.", the altmer continued.

"Ehm...well, I need to find someone with extense knowledge of magic and its branches. No better place, right? Honestly, I thought King Marcel would've told me about the bureacracy I'd have to deal with...", Balin answered, seeing no problem in letting the altmer know what he was looking for.

"True, you won't find better magic wielders anywhere, but still... There are plenty of mages out of here. What afflicts you that only our knowledge of the arcane can help?", the elf's endgame was still a mystery to the duo, but Fiandrael started to feel a bit weird.

His voice, his hair, his eyes...it was all very familiar.

"That is a matter I cannot discuss in public... Too many ears. If you could provide us with directions to the tower so we can find a powerful mage, I'd gladly pay you anything you wish. You know I can.", Balin let out.

"Hmm... Very well, follow me.", the altmer nodded and started leading the duo throughout the streets of Balfiera.

Eventually, they stopped in front of a large gate, unguarded. Gaelesil approached the gate and pulled a big key, which he used to unlock and let them all through before locking again. The three of them slowly walked on a path inside the large garden, sometimes taking turns which seemed unecessarily taken. Finally, they stopped in front of a large mansion and that was when the altmer turned around to face the Prince and the Purple robed woman.

"Welcome to my humble abode.", he smiled.

Using his knowledge of the situation, Doraleous led his men through the Wrothgarian Mountains. He knew that it would take longer to reach their destination, but it all had been calculated when he chose the date written in his letter.