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The boiling weather of the particular afternoon did not bother [b]Illyan Travard[/b], compared to his colleagues that accompanied the lord on their trek into Furumaki. After a lifetime of practicing fire magic, such heat was a mere blanket of warmth to him, the cozy veil failing to whittle his strength.

Entering the capital with the convoy, Illyan had paid no attention towards the stares and whispers of the commoners, just as he always had during his previous journeys.

[b]"The White Heretic,"[/b] some called him.

But, just as the embers of a fire burn out with time, the conversation stops. They knew better than to speak badly about a member of House Tosen, his house crest strapped to the end of his belt. Illyan was not one to have involved himself within the conflict between the two Houses directly; it was pointless, and he spent more time cleaning up after the messes of the House.

Though he was allowed to roam the capital before the meeting would commence, Illyan followed Lord Takasu, while making sure that no trouble was caused by their House. When the time came, he filed into the castle, joining the individuals from House Tosen in the gathering room.

Giving a customary bow to those who were already inside, Illyan ran a hand along his hair and sat down quietly. The young man cupped his hands together, clearing his throat as he looked between the two lords. [color=DarkOrange][b]"Any time we may begin, sire."[/b][/color]