The city of Lorelei felt empty to Alexander. Compared to his home city Erumai, where walking down the street was like swimming through hundreds at almost any time of day, anyway. There was less people on the street than what was usual though, because many where at the castle or heading to the castle to see the gathered spellcasters. Pulling his hood up to keep out the chill Alexander made his way to the castle that loomed up before him. Despite his feelings it was not a small city, in fact Lorelei was far larger than the other cities in the area. As he found himself coming closer and closer to the castle he felt more eyes passing over him. Alexander knew what they were saying. He was a sight to see in his thin cloak he had brought from the southern isles. Covered in runes from his homeland it was all he needed to keep the cold away, so he had never bought any of the thicker clothing up here. No, everything he wore underneath the cloak was silk-good summer cloathing.
Gathered before the castle were a large number of lesser beings. They attempted to awe people with their meager power, or somehow convince the guard that they too should be let in and hear the kings challenge. After the announcement, though many would try to keep it to themselves, rumors will spread like wildfire and many of these weaklings would attempt to follow. If this challenge was anything like he hoped it to be, Alexander knew that they would die, as would many of the stronger witches and wizards that were here. The path to the double doors opened up before him as if he was some daemon. The small displays of magic were stopped and all eyes followed the strangley cloaked man from afar.
"Lord Alexander, Magus Primus of Erumai, Wizard of the Southern Isles!" The guard yelled as he opened the doors. It had taken him several tries to say the whole thing correctly and only then had Alexander let the guard announce him. On each side of the corridor there were many witches and wizards here. These ones had more power to them than those outside and the their auras made the room sound like it had a large fireplace. Alexander almost smiled to himself, he kept control of his aura and made himself seem powerless-as was the practice of all Wizards of the Southern Isles. A rare title, with only 13 living claiming it at any one time, it was awarded on experience and skill more often than power, though every few generations a Magus would claim the title through sheer power.
"It is an honor to have someone from the southern isles offer help, Alexander d'Erumai. I must say that I am a little suprised and incredibly happy."
Alexander smiled and inclined his head to the king. He was here for himself and did not represent the Southern isles, though the king knew that. "I am glad to help." After pulling his hood down he faced the masses and scanned over them, attempting to look each of them in the eyes. Gasps echoed throughout as they saw his eyes-demon eyes.
He had moved off to the side, though many stared at him still. There was one other that had seemed to be alone by the court. She was wearing a pretty gown that was ruined by the black feathers that trailed down it. The effect was enough to intimidate the many though. Or was there something more to her, that so many would fear her? Alexander smiled as he stood next to her. The talk of the hall was no longer centered on the task at hand, which was annoying as he had no idea what it was. Alexander had not paid any attention to the rumors, knowing that the King himself would tell them the problem.