Vorian, although reluctant, recognized Kaizen's influence and firmness. "Very well, I will listen to what you have to propose. However, for this I believe you prefer discretion."
With a snap of his fingers, the other mages in the room disappeared into a veil of smoke, leaving only Kaizen, Alina and Vorian standing there.
At that moment, Vorian took a step back and turned slightly to the side, one arm pointing towards the interior of the meeting room.
The atmosphere in the room was solemn, bathed in the soft light of the magic torches that hung from the polished stone walls. The only piece of furniture, a large, delicately carved table, added an air of elegance and importance to the space.
Kaizen nodded, indicating that Vorian could lead the way. With a fluid gesture, Vorian made his way into the room, closely followed by Kaizen and Alina. As soon as they entered, the solid oak doors closed behind them, isolating them from the outside world.
Vorian led the two of them to the polished mahogany table in the center of the room, where upholstered chairs awaited. He pulled one out for Alina and indicated another for Kaizen to sit on.
The older wizard, with a serious expression and deep-set eyes, took a seat too and folded his hands on the table. It was clear that something was weighing on his mind and that just being so cordial to invaders was an outrage to his own politics.
"What I have to say is of the utmost importance," Kaizen began, his voice resonating softly in the room.
Vorian, though still skeptical, leaned forward, his blue eyes fixed on Kaizen. "Go on," he said, his voice laden with expectation and distrust.
Kaizen took a deep breath and his gaze met Vorian's.
"I need to know everything you know about Týr," Kaizen declared, his words echoing in the charged silence of the room. Each syllable carried a weight, an expectation, as if the fate of entire worlds depended on Vorian's answer.
Vorian raised an eyebrow, surprised by the frankness of the demand. Týr, the name resounded in his mind like a distant echo from forgotten times. It was a name that evoked legends and myths, stories buried deep in the collective memory. However, the reason why Kaizen sought out this information remained shrouded in mystery.
"That's crazy," muttered Vorian, his voice reflecting a mixture of incredulity and fascination. "The secret library of the elders is a myth."
Kaizen smiled, a smile that contained more than just confidence. "You know that's not true, and I'm not an idiot. If the Library of the Magi was the only place where you store your knowledge and studies, Alina would have been found long before and perhaps created by one of you.
And even if you couldn't have found her before, when she took the Library of the Magi out of Olaynore you would have desperately started a search for us."
Vorian took a deep breath. "All right, we do have a private library, but it's extremely restricted and only members of high society can enter it, and only with limited access. It's not as if I can easily let you go in there and get what you need."
"Who said we expected it to be easy?" Kaizen looked at Alina, who smiled and nodded.
Then Alina stood up from her chair and slowly put her hands together and began to create a magic circle between her two palms. At the same time, four magic circles appeared on the floor behind her and from these magic circles emerged Og'tharoz, Andrew, Jayaa and Alina.
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