Inxialot's usual ragged mage robe was replaced by a colorful feathery dress and his body was back to its human appearance. Raagu thought it was his way to lighten the mood and appreciated his silly appearance and random movements.
Only Leegaain knew the truth. The Lich King was performing the mating ritual of the extinct crystal peacock. He had completely forgotten how to court a woman and he believed to be making his move on Raagu.
"Shouldn't we just ask Tyris to intervene and leave the Kingdom in the case she refuses?" The elder said and many nodded in agreement.
"We called you here to receive your input, not to give up on our ancestral home." Raagu said with a snarl. "Does anyone have something useful to say?"
"I have." Athung Soranot, Raagu's ex-apprentice and Regional Lord of the Distar Marquisate said. "I admit that our situation is dire, but it's far from hopeless. The Council holds millennia-old legacies and artifacts of untold power.
