Syryn spent the night at one of the detention prisons in HQ. After one of them had put him inside the prison, an anti mage came to speak with him. The man was accompanied by two others who were either his lackeys or his guards.
"Syryn Nigh'hart," he said to the mage in a pleasant manner. "Are you comfortable?"
Syryn was seated on his prison bed. It was anything but comfortable. The anti mage before him was a handsome man with wavy chocolate brown hair and silver eyes. The mage could tell right away that the man was related to the royal family somehow. His eyes and the accent gave him away.
"Yes but I'll be more comfortable if you invite this certain blond anti mage to my warm my bed," Syryn replied with the same courteous tone.
"And would that anti mage happen to be called Rowan?" The man responded with an arch of his lips.
"Oh, you know him then."
