After receiving the confirmation, Yohn only gave a small nod as if the outcome had already been expected from the moment he asked.
There was no wasted motion, no satisfaction drawn out for effect. Time had become too valuable for that.
He rose from the old chair in one smooth movement while the black bird on his shoulder spread its wings once before settling again.
Without another pause, Yohn lifted one hand and traced a short pattern through the air. Magic gathered instantly into a dense and controlled pattern, then split space itself into a circular portal of dark blue light that hummed with restrained force. The room brightened under its glow.
"Wait for a few seconds," Yohn said calmly. "I'll call them."
Velrion nodded. But the stiffness in his body had become impossible to hide now.
