A figure streaked through the night, propelled by a powerful gust of wind, eager to reach his destination.
After his swift journey, the figure finally came to a halt. Magnus was gently lowered to the ground by his summon, who had carried him in a somewhat undignified princess style lift. Yes, it was embarrassing, but speed was of the essence. He needed to arrive as quickly as possible, and this unconventional mode of transport, courtesy of his incredibly fast summon, was the only option.
Magnus smoothed his clothes and straightened his posture before starting forward. In the distance, the Gaylordia territory was clearly visible. Magnus had instructed his summon to stop a short distance away; he preferred not to arrive directly in front of the territory in such a compromising position.
"Let's move on," Magnus said, and his summon fell into step behind him.
