The remaining mages in the meeting room, although relieved to be alive, were still shaken by the sudden disappearance of Arion and the others, so they exchanged nervous glances with each other when the meeting seemed to come to an end, but Vorian still hadn't left.
The candles flickered slightly, casting dancing shadows on the walls adorned with antique tapestries. An atmosphere of uncertainty hung in the air as Vorian scratched his beard and seemed to think of something.
Finally, Vorian rose from the table and said:
"It's settled, then. At last, the red tape is over..." he declared, his voice echoing around the room. "However, before we close this meeting, there is something you need to know."
The mages looked at him, their faces a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. What else could the Elder Master Mage have to reveal?
