“Sorry,” she yelled as she continued to chase the tiny creature.

“Another one got loose again, Traya?” asked Dyer.

“Always. Magister Rommath gets very upset when they get away and I am forced to clean them with real water if I don’t get them back in time.”

“Good luck then,” said Dyer as he shuddered at the thought of using water to clean anything. After all, that’s what magic was for.

He walked up the ramp past the floating red power crystals until reaching the balcony and entrance to the Sunfury Spire. A dozen Blood Elf guards, resplendent in their red and gold armor, stood at attention with their shields and double bladed staves at the ready for anyone that would attack the court. They barely even acknowledged Dyer as he walked past them into the Spire.

Once inside he made his way through the foyer past hanging purple drapes into the throne room. In the center of the room stood Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron and his two closest advisors, Ranger General Halduron Brightwing and Grand Magister Rommath Starsong. Dyer discretely made his way to the edge of the room and started making his way up the ramp that led behind the throne itself.

“Daelin, a quick word,” said Halduron approaching him.

“Master Brightwing, of course,” said Dyer.