Fion walked through the streets of Cykes, looking up at the sky with a frown. Even after everything Gael had said, Fion still felt that the Meyer issue could be set aside for the moment. If what the old man said held true, then he still had some time before Meyer became an actual problem. Riley's apparent possession weighed on his mind more right now, given that she'd essentially decimated the Burrow in a matter of minutes. What the hell had happened to her? Riley's mother would more than likely have the answers he needed, but there was almost no chance he'd be able to track her down at the moment. And even if he did, there was no guarantee she'd be willing to give him any answers. And as much as he wanted the old witch dead, now that he was calmer, Fion was rather realistic about his chances against her with only one arm. He'd be hesitant to face her if he was whole, and as he was, he was crippled in close combat. Then again, maybe Riley's other relative would know what was going on. Probably not, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. Plus, Horace appeared to have been friends with Richard. He should at least know that the old manservant had died. 

Well, that and he really had nothing better to do at the moment. The Sidosa Board didn't seem to be meeting right now, there was nothing left for him at the ruins of the Seyour estate, and Fion doubted that he'd be able to find a Sword Skills master willing to train him at the moment, especially given Cykes' current state. 

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It took some time for Fion to find where the new prison was located, but he finally tracked it down. As he approached the door, one of the gate guards raised a hand to stop him, but he was cut off by Fion pulling out the seal of the Sidosa Board. 

"Fion Seyour, Sidosa Board. I'm here to speak with Horace Thomson." He said, cutting to the chase immediately. 

"Of course, sir." The guard bowed, turning to open the door for him. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to him." 

Fion walked after the guard as they entered the fortress. He surveyed the entrance hall filled with wounded soldiers, only to find a familiar face unconscious in a corner. 

"...Eldren?" He raised an eyebrow. "The hell is he doing here?" 

"Ah, the male mage?" His escort followed his gaze. "He came in here a while back, saying something about visiting his uncle. Tried to bargain his way in without proper authorization by healing our wounded. Only patched up one before he collapsed. Other than that, don't know much. Been guarding the gate since dawn." 

Interesting. So Eldren had family imprisoned in Cykes? It certainly explained why the mage was even in Dansila. Still, he'd visit him after Horace. No point in doing nothing and waiting for the man to awaken while he could be using his time more productively. 

The guard brought him to Horace's cell, and Fion nodded at the man. 

"Leave us." He commanded, and the soldier did as he was told. Once the guard left, Fion looked down at Horace, slumped over in his cell. "Thomson. You still alive in there?"