Kandred unsheathed the Kallissius Blade and leant it up against the wall. He pulled his jacket off, and pulled his white robes on. He placed one foot in a boot, and then stood on the other, pulling the boot upward as to get it on as quickly as possible. But, in the attempt of putting his boot on, he slid on his jacket and went crashing down to the hard floor.

“Six feet and ten inches is a long way to fall…” he muttered, slightly dazed.

He eventually got his boots on, and grabbed the Kallissius Blade. It shone blue, and the blade shortened as the handle lengthened. Now holding the Kallissius Staff, he walked out of his room.

He blasted Auria’s doors open with air; he immediately tensed and pulled his hood up and over his head, concealing his face. He strode forward, and it began to snow. Take me to Aenve, Derithmias.

It shall be done. Everything went cold, and Kandred gripped his Staff tighter. In the distance he saw a group of forms walking, so he unfurled his wings and flew up to them.

Esni did not suspect a tall man with pointed ears, wings and a very strange hair colour to land in front of him and say, “Greetings, wanderers.”

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