"Inquisitor Heela I wa-".
"Was just trying to pirate a ship already commandeered by an official of the Empire" Heela interupts flatly.
The cold wind isn't what makes these mages quake.
It's Heelas soft smile when talking about matters that usually involve capitol punishment that brings ice to their loins.
"Please excuse me head Inquisitor" He bows and takes a step back jumping off the side lf the vessel along with everyone else who just boarded.
"Thank you my la-" Oila is cut off quick.
"You heard me, get me to the 'Third Wall' immediately".
Heela douses Oila with some reality while looking at Hej.
"I can't my lady, the arrays have been burnt through".
"We're hanging by a thread as we are" he replies focusing his attention on landing in a wide enough area.
Below us is a city with streets for carriages not ships.
What looks like brick buildings are all neatly constructed allowing plenty of room for carriages, not a hut in sight.
