Tibrus turned to the young mage, about to reply before seeing the cloaked man spoken of. Realization flashed in the mans eyes before he turned to the mage he had been speaking with originally.
"Write a detailed report of your findings up to now and what you witness over the next hour or so. By that time I'll meet with you lad to continue where we left off." With a firm nod he turned to the cloaked figure as he approached.
"Humph, we can. Follow me." With a curt nod Tibrus led the other man down the hall to an unused room, which thankfully held a table and set of chairs to sit on. It was a make-shift meeting room, with glasses and water urns on a nearby shelf. Tibrus grabbed a pair of cups and urn, filled both with water, then made his seat at the table after passing the other man a cup. Tibrus took a sip before looking at the man across from him.“Good to see you again, little Tibrus. My, you’ve matured into quite the man AND architect. I’m sure your father would be proud. Mind if we chat in private?”
"I apologize for my curtness but I gather you would rather remain out of the spot light so to speak. I'm not as surprised as I thought I would be to see you here after all these years, though, Lord Seijin. That isn't to say that it isn't good to see you've returned, but rather that much has occurred as of late, one surprise after another that surprise tends to wear off."
--- Unknown Space - Room ---
The Wanderer didn't react as WordPlay quipped as he signed the contract before taking his supplies and leaving through the portal supplied. Once it closed The Wanderer chuckled aloud, shaking his head then taking one last gulp of ice water, munching on the ice a moment. Finishing he stood from the table and placed the signed contract within his cloak before walking out another portal. Once it too closed, the Wanderer was now in an expanse of nothingness, nothing to see, nothing to hear, yet he stood as if on solid ground. He turned his head to his immediate left.
" Activate protocol X97A-Aplha-03X."
[*ACKNOwLEDGED~*] From the emptiness came a voice that rumbled and echoed. A swirl of blue ether appeared, taking a vague humanoid shape before vanishing, the wanderer hearing a soft 'whomp' sound, the pocket space he had just stood in ceasing to exist.
[*PROTOCAL COMPLETED ~ I RETURN NOW TO GUARD THIS SECTOR~*] The wanderer gave a nod, crossing his arms.
"So, same time as next week Guardian?"
[*CORRECT. WHEN NEXT WE MEET, PERMANENT~*]
"Of course." With that, a small portal opened, revealing a a birds-eye view of the the trial room.
Shaded eyes narrowed in thought as the small portal closed silently, none in the room any the wiser. The Wanderer sighed....Your Highness, I-I was framed. By Count Sivana's daughter. She-she posed as an adventurer who needed help and so I did. She then led me to her room in the inn, I-I believe it was The Bannered Centaur, then she put me to sleep with a-- with a potion of some sort. The next thing I knew, guards w-were already dragging me to prison, claiming I had attempted to rape her."
"Your Grace, I assure you, I had not nor attempted to rape Count Sivana's daughter. I didn't even know who she was then!"
After that, Rielle raised her hand. "My Queen, if I may..." She began before standing up. "I'm Rielle Leonardo, the White Witch and one of the competitors in the upcoming tournament." Then she relayed her request. "I wish to cast a magic-nullifying spell upon this room and area to prevent the use of magic in aiding either side."
"I object!" A male voice said. Then stood a man who was bald yet had a young face and light tan skin. "That would also prevent magic from ascertaining the truth."
Rielle glared. "And you are?"
"Thomas Valentine. Son of Duke Valentine and manager of my father's assets within Zauberheim." He introduced himself.
"And you're here because?"
"Is that even a question? Like everybody here, I wish to see justice at the end of this....
"The things I do for my job."
Opening another portal, the Wanderer walked back onto the Kingdom of Zauberheim. Taking a deep breath the figure huffed before vanishing, leaving only displaced leaves in his wake.
--- Rooftop ---
Reappearing with naught a sound, the figure nodded to himself. He could feel their signatures below, as he did earlier. The trial was already underway, which left little time.
Grabbing the black journal he took a seat behind a chimney, the shade and colour of his cloak helping hide his form from view. Flipping open the cover, he was not surprised to already see a message written for him.
Hey Wanderer, I got some dirt on the count though I'll need some physical evidence and a few testifiers. I'll update you when I have something solid.
Nodding to himself, the figure pulled out a quill and began to write a response.
Ending his message he closed the journal before stuffing both it and the quill within his cloak. Getting comfortable the figure took a meditative stance, opting to wait to see how things played out. The white Witch's proposition was a good one, but so was the counter argument. But why make such a counter in the first place? His grin went unseen.Good work. When you have a moment to spare, send an inquiry about the Counts daughter and an Inn called the Banned Centaur. Apparently the girl posed as a would-be adventurer in need, led Peter to her room then drugged him. Also, add the name Thomas Valentine to the search list, son of Duke Valentine. The man argued against the use of a magic nullifying barrier in the court room, I would like to know his reasoning behind the argument when you have a moment.
'let's see how this plays out shall we?'