When the runner appeared at his door, Siltral’s jaw tightened even further, his scowl deepening as he prepared himself for whatever task lay ahead. Yes, he had been waiting and waiting and waiting for this. Waiting to let Pearis out. Waiting anxiously, waiting impatiently. But he couldn’t force his face to look relieved. He followed the messenger through the twisting, labyrinthine halls, the dim torchlight casting eerie shadows across his gentle features.
On the way over they stopped elsewhere, to pick up a quiet presence, who he much welcomed relief from the incessant chatter of his other ‘comrades’. Siltral found himself begrudgingly appreciating the solitude that Fable brought. They continued to Dux.
As they walked side by side, their footsteps falling in eerie synchronicity, Siltral couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease settle over him. What if he really couldn’t handle this? What if he was over his head, maybe he should just let Paeris–he realized with a quick jolt his thoughts weren’t merely his.Siltral was no stranger to hardship, no stranger to the shadows that clung to his every step. So as they finally reached Dux’s chambers, his heart hardened with determination. Whatever lay ahead, he would face it head on, his eternal scowl a testament to his unwavering resolve. He held the door open for his new companion.
Siltral’s senses tingled as the invisible barrier encased them, creating a cocoon of secrecy that shielded their conversation from unwanted ears. The air crackled with suppressed energy, the weight of Dux’s words hanging heavy in the confined space. “What I’m about to tell you is not to leave this room, clear?”
Siltral took a seat, his back straight and his gaze unwavering as he waited for Dux to continue. How did this man or war trusts them with something seemingly so important? Yes, Siltral was glad he did, but what if they wanted to betray the royals? He didn’t. But what if? He nodded somberly, matching Dux’s body language.
"I’ll make sure they know you have permission to access the Dark Magic section.” His stomach dropped. Butterflies. He knew someone was happy. He almost declined because, sht, Paeris. Calm down. You’ll get your free time, but over my dead body in there. Dux contiued, slightly more optimistic. "There is a chance an old friend of mine is there, … If so, he can help you as well.” Siltral slouched slightly, if not only not to look so robotic. “We will keep an eye out for your friend, Sir,” Siltral replied, his voice tinged with gratitude for the added support. The assurance of having an ally in their corner bolstered his confidence, and he felt a surge of determination to succeed in their mission, no matter the obstacles they may face. He turned to Fable. “Are you ready, then?”
With a final nod of acknowledgement, Siltral and Fable turned to leave, their steps purposeful and their hearts set on the daunting task that lay ahead. The shadows of uncertainty loomed before them, but with Dux’s guidance and their own unwavering determination, they were ready to face whatever awaited them in the depths of the magical archives of Strolis. Siltral stepped up, and through the portal to Strolis.
@Ouijaloveletters > Fable > Feel free to have them interject wherever!!
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ^ Are you said mysterious friend? 
@Meekepeek < Dux
Also, sorry it got so long with little speaking heh