Following the passionate kiss; time had come to depart. Staxius stood outside the castle, the moon barely lit the town, the citizens were at home. The streets deserted, a few lamps here and there powered by mana transferred using a conduit from the University.
"Over here majesty," Skokdrag stood with six others; expert builders from their outfits. The king nodded; the team waited.
"Guess its time to leave," he smiled, Xula tightly embraced her lover.
"Here," a whisper, her hands reached inside the jacket, "-see you later," she winked.
'Interesting,' he thought and climbed down the stairs. *Snap,* a blue portal materialized, "let's go Skokdrag," he entered first.
"MASTER," a voice yelled from the other side.
"What is it?" he stood in the shop with dwarves coming one after the other.
