"On top of that, I'm not asking the help of the First Queen, but of Tyris, the Guardian who crafted the Saefel set before the Kingdom was even founded. You promised to protect my child and yet you put her father in danger. As I see it, you owe me and her." Lith said.
"Order and Chaos, you are as sly as you are cocky." Tyris broke in a peal of silvery laughter that complemented her beauty like a clear sky does the sun. "Sometimes I wish that Valeron was more like you and less like himself.
"More down to Mogar and less righteous." She sighed in nostalgia as images of her late husband filled her mind, yet there was no grief or pain in her voice.
It had taken the Guardian a long time, but she had finally moved on with her life and accepted the death of Valeron the First.
"Fine, I'll help you." Tyris nodded.
"Great. We could use Life Maelstrom to-"
