"Well, well! Then, I do have some questions for---" Darain stopped mumbling, his eyes wandering over to the outer ring of Salome. Lynx also lifted his head, but he didn't need to turn around to know that another mage was coming. Naomi had also awakened, and Hellfire had regained most of his strength. Well, Lynx wasn't the one to hate latecomers, but this mage, Ian Silvermane, was not even reasonably late.
The archmage stood up, using his cane as a semi-support. He slowly approached the late mage, his smile flourishing under what little sunlight could pierce through. "I'm afraid I'd have to decline, my good sir. I do not drink ale for that matter. But, Ian Silvermane, you are known to the Council of the Ten. You are known to us." Lynx greeted the fellow caster with impeccable politeness.
Hellfire replied haughtily to Ian's comment about them looking weary, and while Hellfire was in the right, the archmage didn't approve of such a behavior when it came to guests. "Well, what sir Hellfire, here, said was true. We recently just executed an Ouroboros-- it was causing some trouble here in the Salome. Still, better late than never, am I not right, sir Ian?"
"My name is Lynx, archmage of Trejold. I'm the leader of this company of mages, and while I do trust in your abilities, I'd just like to remind you that our mission is mainly to protect King--"
Lynx was cut off by Darain's sudden interjection.
"--My good lad, I am King Darain. I suppose you'd have heard of me. With another knight here, I'd say that I feel safer already! These are my knights, Sir Tray and Sir Rot." the king gleamed, introducing himself and his guards. "I am pleased that you have accepted such a quest, but do know, that this will not be an easy one. Still, I trust that your abilities will protect me perfectly, knight."
"We'll know that probably now..." Lynx muttered, gripping the tip of his cane fervently. Two cloaked figures faded into view, the shadows of the Salome cloaking them in darkness. Lynx's vigilance took a high level, causing the archmage to glare fiercely at the two figures. Suddenly, the archmage sighed in relief. "Probably not... It's a pleasure to see the both of you... Archmage Kayleigh Candlebay, Archmage Eofurion Thoo-hoti."
The two figures now stepped into the sunlight, revealing their appearances. The armored archmage, his appearance similar to that of knights, was a tall and hulking figure at around 7'0 in height-- the cloak and insignia of the Council fluttering lightly in the wind; it was Archmage Eofurion. The petite archmage, shrouded in blue cloaks and a hood that covered her eyes-- it was archmage Kayleigh.
"I suppose you're not here to join our quest?" Lynx joked whilst he chuckled.
"Cut the sarcasm, Lynx. We're here for one reason, and one reason only." Eofurion snapped.
"Cover in chains... the perpetrator of the event that caused Nyondol to be called as the Southern Wrecks. We are here to arrest the cryomage, Naomi." Kayleigh calmly answered. Although her eyes were blindfolded, her head looked at the direction of the cryomage as if she could see her.
"If any of you will try to interfere with the arresting, you, too, will be judged." Eofurion looked at the ragtag group of mages.