"But since you gave the order," Pale went on, "you probably have a different way already planned to get back."
As a default, Tycondrius of Charm spoke with an air of unquestionable confidence.
However, the boy was wrong.
Tycon did not have a way to return to the material plane.
A Spell, a Formation, an enchanted artifact-- having a personal means of planar travel was expressly forbidden under the Gatekeeper's Laws.
The only loophole was chancing upon a ⌈Gate⌋, naturally formed. But in those cases, it was prudent to immediately seal the rift to prevent its abuse.
Tycon did that with the boy's help.
He didn't even question it-- nor did the boy.
That... was a sign of his express and absolute faith.
However... because of it, a new problem had arisen.
Tycon clapped the young Pale's shoulder with pride. So many years of travel and quest resolution made him an equal when it came to adventuring.
