"Alright, Father. But I won't be able to be direct with him, otherwise I'll be recognized." Kothar had the ever present threat that Krieg posed at the forefront of his mind.
"Don't worry, Kothar, I'm sure he'll be able to recognize you by your mana signature alone. And if not, then a few words about your initial visit to Newport would suffice." Tam explained, and then he returned to looking over the map of Aznur, deep in thought.
"Take care, my son." Tam said softly, watching with a concerned expression as Kothar walked out of the auction hall serving a headquarters, in disbelief at how quickly his son had grown.
Kothar walked through the streets of Aznur, heading toward the Inner City. The once polished and tidy city was a shell of its former self.
Everywhere he looked, doors swung open, the buildings empty, their occupants having fled the city mere hours ago, as the Ursten forces had begun their assault on the city.
