Grand Mistress Marakhova Stormwind made her way to the tower, the casting circle within was just what she needed for the task she had in mind. The guards stood at attention as she approached, while a servant opened the door, revealing a circular room, perhaps twenty feet in diameter. In the centre, a circle built into the stone floor inlaid with gold and precious gems caught the light from the windows, causing it to glisten in the mid-day sun.
Standing in the middle was a man, his elaborate green robes trimmed with mystic runes. He bowed gracefully as Marakhova entered, but waited until the door was closed behind her before speaking.
"Grand Mistress," he said, "you honour me with your presence."
"It is you that honour me, Nezerov," she said. "You alone, of all the Sartellians, I can tru
