Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170514165909

'We're extremely close to the Arctosi border; it's on the other side of that chain of mountains,' Azarias replies, gesturing northward as they approach the gate. 'It would have taken at least two days to get here without spatial transference magecraft.'

Passing the gate, they find themselves in a wintry courtyard, cold white stone and red mosaic marking delicate patterns on the ground. Azarias gestures towards the main hall's entrance.

'If he's anywhere, he's in there. He's always in there, unless he gets so hungry he has to find his kitchen.'