The Guildmaster's mind spun.
How?
Why?
What?
When?
All manner of questions swirled inside his head.
He instinctively straightened, his broad shoulders flaring to occupy the narrow space even further.
A solemn air now surrounded Alistair.
He stared at his son gravely, urging him to continue.
Alden nodded.
Then, slowly, carefully, he spoke.
"I'm not sure exactly how the Dark Races entered the Sanctuary, but after witnessing how the Keeper sustained the Barrier, I know there is absolutely no chance it could have come from the outside. It has to be the result of an inside job."
The Guildmaster frowned, perturbed.
He knew a ritual or medium was required for large-scale spells like the Barrier. The most common method for that was a runic circle. And runic circles had to have someone operating them - supplying them with mana.
