[h1][color=purple]Umbrix[/color][/h1]
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[i]The Allmother's Chamber of Confluence was the birthplace of the procedure, where the outcasts and savants of the furthest coils came to...[/i]

Umbrix raised his head from the book. Something was in the air. A formless beckoning, it seemed. He closed the book and set it on the table, now covered in a cloth hewn from thin leathers. Ernsk rested in the corner, quivering. Umbrix arose from his chair - one carved from the gnarled trees of Selenwood, which Ernsk had brought along - and stepped towards the door.

He was being guided. By what he deducted was the clairvoyant prince who'd initiated this gathering of mages. Clairvoyance... such a nosy thing. Anyone who didn't possess it never appreciated it. Umbrix was no exception.

Still. Whatever Seadus wanted, Umbrix and whoever else was being called forth would provide. Ignoring the master of the house is just poor manners.

Umbrix walked, half-remembering the route he took.