"Your Highness!" A mage warrior burst through the double doors of a back kitchen in a bustling Mediterranean restaurant in the heart of Cedar Woods city.
Marcus Rashak was sitting at a wide table loaded with books and scrolls from Ashrya.
He looked up from his scrolls at the sudden intrusion.
With a nod, he waved his hands and the two guards who had been on duty bowed and left the room.
"Speak."
"Your Highness. We found her."
Marcus' heart skipped a beat.
Finally!
"Where?"
"She is in Andalusia Castle. But there is a problem."
Marcus frowned. "Spit it out!"
The mage warrior blanched. "We cannot break through their dead-zone."
"Dead-zone?"
"Your Highness, our mage powers don't work in and around Andalusia Castle. It is all hand-to-hand combat and in that area, we are out-numbered and out-powered."
