Syryn walked out of the door carrying his black shell in hand. They had a guest waiting for them.
"Artemus, you're here already!" Syryn happily greeted the anti mage.
Rowan stepped out right behind him smiling at the dark-haired anti mage. He had been wanting to leave Coop island and now he finally could.
The anti mage had a faint look of surprise on his face. He'd seen the hot cup of water and knew that the duo had just abruptly left the house. He had waited for them but hadn't expected Syryn to walk out of thin air.
"I'm ready to leave this place," Rowan announced to Artemus. "I hope you've got a ship ready for departure."
The older anti mage nodded. "I need to rest a while before we board. I've had a few sleepless nights because of Robin's little enterprise."
The pale man had taken up the most comfortable seat in the room. Leaning back on the headrest, he pressed his fingertips to his temples and rubbed them.
